Today I'm just a wanderer
Of an unknown way
Holding some leaflets
Of love, her to render.
Here, I pay a visit often,
In the field of joyfulness and glee
to convey my humbleness,
And to say, I am now pretty much free.
Today, I'm a lonely one
Hiding myself in a reminiscence
Of the playful past. It will be my pleasure
To engrave it in the book of love.
Oh my beloved! ...
I must engrave the essence
Of our entangled intimacy
In the book of love.
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