The flower, scattered
The leaves, old
The riverbed, iced
You not yet appeared
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What is behind the poet?
A lonely heart through a night
What is behind the moon?
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New skylight covers your old rooftops
Your hands shield your wrinkled smile
In faith, how I want to see your face
So, don't be shy - don't be so shy!
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Once to the sky of my childhood
I blew countless soap bubbles, and
Looked up, murmuring some words
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some pieces of fallen leaves of last year
turned very silky like cicada's wings
kept well in a book
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I hope my wall
Fully hung with your pictures
Each expression on your face
is my memory clearly on you
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Leaves are silently falling
A sea of butterfly rippling
How I want to lie down
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I open my window
You, on my opposite side
Also open your window
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Start and end
Which is easier?
Day and night
Which is longer?
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