They asked me curiously... Who do you love from among people.. I answered with love in my eyes... So I said... A woman like the moon... They said describe her to us... So I said... I may be unable to describe her... So describing her beauty... Never crossed the mind of a human being... But she... All the beauty... I have never seen anyone as beautiful as her before... Her hair is dewy from the raindrops... And her forehead is like an arrow of danger... And her nose is like a waterfall falling... And her eyes are a mirror of the moon... And her neck is taut like a string... As for... Her waist is a place of pilgrimage for people... And her feet are the carriers of the moon... And no one sees her... Except a lover like me... Who stays up with her... Every night... By the light of the moon...