your love has gone to my head slowly,
like ginger boiling in the morning tea.
I wait for you, like one waits for the sun in winter I would go to the moon traveling with you. morning train, your love is like a morning train. I wake all night because of it, it starts before the sun,whether the world goes to hell. the heart seems to beat like the train's sound, it moves slowly. sometimes the heartbeat becomes fast,you are like the heat from a burning coal in the cold winds,
you are like a glass with dewdrops in fog.
you are like a mild smoke,
this heart has become light