The wind is coming
But you left
Night is coming
But you stayed
When the rain doesn’t come
I wait for you in poetry to come next year
When lightning comes
I have an appointment with you on the phone
The leaves are in love with the summer four-leaf clover
You fell in love with the pigeons and insects of this era
The wind is coming
But you left
Night is coming
But you stayed
When the song didn’t come
I wait for your candle in the dark
When sparks come
I recorded our love at first sight in a letter
Birds fall in love with willow branches in spring
You fell in love with the simplicity and black and white of this world
The wind is coming
You left
Night is coming
You stayed
SILENTLY
