poem

The golden-green eyes were a burning seminar

A warm tea smell from acardiac hair.

A moment when I feel the flavor of Yanman

And he gave me his love first.

He loved big ripe fruits like summer,

She was always like a child and she was always laughing

A season filled with drinks from the eyes

And how beautiful summer days passed quickly.

Now there is a dull glass blue sky in place.

The sun is the hot look that stole from me,

And the letter took it with the absolute.

Even the most beautiful dreams have an end:

A morning speed taking from a spring breeze

The longevity of the seasons has been our love.

I lost it now and it is now autumn.