Your memories swirl in my blood.
A moon has wandered into the tunnel of night.
The stars have gossiped.
The clouds' spirits are down.
The universe is filled with noise.
And our love has become dangerous...
Why not?
Between lovers,
the exchange of books has ended!
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[Photo of Sentosa during a trip to Singapore]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem