Involuntarily there is no turning back,
the idiot’s version of love
I who revolve around you day and night,
me who is a stranger
I will open my arms and change them into wings to protect you.
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.
is so pure
like a flower that is blooming
in her first spring