Love Inside The Vodka
Opened by an opener,
Smells come out of a true love,
Love sings melodiously into my empty glass.
I wished to have a fragrance of love.
Each dropp of vodka follows to the ice.
When I kissed to the alcoholic lip,
Touched inside my heart more deeper,
I feel the taste of the first love of mine.
Blurring becomes clear like a midnight into the morning.