You and me
me and you...

A rose has
bloomed so far...

An innocent boy leaving the lap of mom
opened his fearful eyes in the war-trodden world...

You say you love the rain.
But when it starts raining, you raise...

Like medicine in pain,
like cool water in thirst...

Those who will go back to the civilization of...
and to the age of hand-fans made of palm-leaves...

She looks fine when she laughs.
She looks fine when she weeps...

You say I am into your heart;
and sitting on its bough...