I met those lotus eyes
In some blue water
Between roaming hands
And silent sighs.
Now, I long for the big tree
In your garden
Just like the one under which lonesome
But true hearts had found a shelter.
Then, I forgot for a while
The bareness of winter
Where delicate flowers blossom
With bitter fruits.
Spring and lotus eyes
Make the first swallow,
His shadow hovers
Upon the flowers of consolation
And I do remember your scent,
Your smile and the secret spot
Where m lips died for a while.