Tell me not, “ I love you “ For I am afraid of L-word. All I know is: Love is damn venomous And will kill our bird
Gracy’s world and ECZ’s world Are diverged out of limit Now; The air ‘at palpate the jo of mine Will no more come to touch me; Innocent mind of mine
Do love To the stone It will overt into God Do love To the river
Life is More or less Like the paintings Of Vincent— Mysterious,
[Piano] / [Spring Season] When the verdant leaves of woods Finger the keys of my heart, The frolicsome heart of mine Gives birth to the words.
The world is full of lovers; But——Except on the tongue, We can find love nowhere. The world is full of scholars But——Except on the certificates,
Clouds, Be the shape of my doxy As you became On the days of yester; Breeze,
Never The words let me be lonely; Whether it’s the bleak fall Or the verdant spring, Always they circumambulate me.
Shoving All the expired dreams Inside the blazing hearth, I am shuffling Slowly and slowly
I see words Floating on the rivers So I love siting aside of river; I see words On the every leaves
There is a little flower Somewhere Inside my forsaken heart. Barely breathing, And, It has no fate to bloom.
No leaves of mine are dead. They are alive—have a few breath; After the detachment, In Long winter of my life, The flowers you planted in my gard…
Upon The darkling sky Scattered with million stars I solemnly Was walking there.
No longer The rainbow can Pervade my heart With full of joy; No longer
Tell me babe What should I say To those innocent feeling Who are waiting you Placing their chin