I'm writing the finest sentences.
From my heart the best splices.
And in my life there is no one like you.
I don't know about women's love.
Because I don't play the game of loneliness
And I don't wish to be unjust.
From this mountain.
And from this mountain.
Which from strikers is not overburden.
I said…
From my strong longing I shy.
and in front of people and asking papers.
My tears filled this branch.
She's remaining and still.
Like a flower in bloom which does not wilt.
I tried to remember the kisses
So I am afraid to get agitated.
And in speech I flared.
And I'm afraid
That she from my emotion became sad.
Yes
I swear, I'm afraid that she from my emotion became sad.
But I kidnapped the best hope.
From her lips fluid like honey.
And I still asking.