A rose has
bloomed so far...
You say I am into your heart;
and sitting on its bough...
An innocent boy leaving the lap of mom
opened his fearful eyes in the war-trodden world...
She looks fine when she laughs.
She looks fine when she weeps...
Those who will go back to the civilization of...
and to the age of hand-fans made of palm-leaves...
You say you love the rain.
But when it starts raining, you raise...
Like medicine in pain,
like cool water in thirst...
You and me
me and you...