Moon orbits us both, but we didn't orbit each other yet.
You become the poetry, when I become a poet.
You are the test of my coffee, the sugar I need.
May be cause you are the sunlight, I'm melting a bit.
You are the autumn rain, only exist in the leaves of tree.
If you are a flower from the spring, then I must be the bee.
And you are the sunset, maybe the last of summer.
I feel I'm the monsoon, which has the rain and mud to offer.
The clouds are moving so fast, like they are in rush.
If we were the sun and moon we could meet, but it's us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem