I was wrong, I was missing in your heart.
Your coconut tree, your lipstick, your jasmine perfume,
A little forest,
Hiding my endless cycle of loneliness, dreams and youth.
I’ve been lost again and again in summer twilight,
Hoping to find a flower, a leaf, a cloud,
Let them convey for me feelings that I cannot express for you,
I love you, not because of your body,
It’s because of your soul.
It was as if I were waiting for some specious decision,
It was the luck of a desperate patient to be saved by a doctor.
In other words, I am pursuing a strong and complete life.
I need to adjust the curve of fate in such a posture,
Embrace the morning when you wake up in autumn,