You are as the wind up the field
I bow and rise and i must yield
For that my loved for you
Is like a bamboo: strong and true
But yours as pale flower
Of white and purple red and blue
With withered leaves that easily falls
I am stirred, you grow an another soil
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
You are as the wind up the field
I bow and rise and i must yield
For that my loved for you
Is like a bamboo: strong and true
But yours as pale flower
Of white and purple red and blue
With withered leaves that easily falls
I am stirred, you grow an another soil
Made by my beautiful love:)