When I tell you: 'I love'.
This does not mean that I am without you
And some are not good stale.
When I tell you: 'I love you.'
Besides, I don't see what happens then
Clouds in the sky? Flowers behind the leaves?
Birds behind flowers? Before seeing you
I see the world side by side?
The morning dew sticks to the edge of your sari.
Surrounding the red ankles of your feet
The twilight of the mind plays on the green grass of the forest.
Then all of a sudden I thought you were fine,
You have the grass of the earth under your feet.
620.131 SRY