Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns...

You have taken back
what you had given to me...

Your coins don't
make noises. Absolutely...

My maiden guilt
interprets your mysterious signs...

You had tightened
the grip. I hit a rough patch...

Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed...

In half-moon
you have been crying inside...

After the long wait
I forgot how to kiss the flames...

I do not know
when to stop my steep ascent...

When you walk
on moon in February, I take-down...

You pry out my eyes,
when I look at your hands...

It was most beautiful
your broken heart...