A LOVE THAT CANNOT BE DESCRIBED IN WORDS

You are as delicate as a grape, like the water of a river whose face is engulfed in the moon.

It seems I visited you early, and loved you early. It seems you are the only thing I turn to now. Believe me, you are the only thing I talk to now.

Why does this happen? I am a man whose days are drowned in loneliness. I dislike the sound of cold, and my eyes are as moist as a winter coat. So why does my heart cling to your silent trees?

Your blue eyes may see the joy of sunrise, but the real world of my love is still so far away.

I am moving strongly toward loving you completely, a love that cannot be described in words. Believe me; what I feel for you is something that cannot be described in words.