this is the deep of it.
in the night it's contained
and it is cold.
when I fell in love with you
I knew we could make sea
by drops.
it is difficult
because I didn't feel
the familiar affections
and you had yet
to touch them.
If I called you love,
I'd say night is splitting
where I put the seed of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem