I will narrate to her bit by bit,
Shall begin from the first glance
To the role of a watchful spy.
For sure, I will, but not today;
I must first refine myself tonight.
I think I must gather words
Like stars that twinkle at night.
Tomorrow, I think would be best
To dig-out the treasure
That's long concealed in my chest.
But what if she reacts indifferent?
Ah! I think I must not fool myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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