● Time has not yet arrived, and the lyrics have not been filled in; There is only the pain of desire in my heart
Stamens are not yet open; Only the wind blows with a sigh. -Tagore's "Gitanjali"
People choose their beloved meaning from the poet's words; But the ultimate meaning of poetry is directed at you. -Tagore's "Gitanjali"
● "At the busy time of work at noon, I was with the crowd. But in this dark and lonely day, I only pray for you. "
In the busy noon, I work with others, but in the gloomy and lonely days, I only look forward to you.
"If you don't show me your face, if you put me aside completely, I don't know how I will spend this long rainy day."
If you don't show me your face, if you abandon me completely, then I don't know how to spend this long rainy day.
I have many desires, and my crying is pitiful, but you will always save me with a firm refusal. This strong sympathy has been closely intertwined in my life. -Tagore's "Gitanjali"
I don't need to be saved from screen desire. I feel a free hug in the bondage of thousands of joys. -Tagore's "Gitanjali"
● Passengers should knock on every stranger's door before knocking on their own. People have to wander outside, and finally they can go to the deepest inner hall.
My eyes looked around the empty space, and finally I closed my eyes and said, "You used to live here." -Tagore's "Gitanjali"
I'm afraid it will be late at night. (7) Today, as soon as I faded from the expression of dark green landscape, I felt the subtle and loose snowflake dress and danced in the gait of a woman. In those spinning rooms with bright foundation but no embellishment, I miss you, from Gitankari alone. Tagore poured the cold at that time into his language, and he let her go further and further in the wind and Kofunagoshi under the care of God. So let love lift her almost dead thoughts and meditate on those two words: ideal. However, at the moment, I was hazy by the gorgeous light. I heard the ripples of a bamboo basket full of dreams, which made Tagore's flute particularly fragrant. Hiding behind the jungle in Wu Peng, you slowly poured into the idea of a fairy tale world between you and me. ......
If I don't call you in prayer, if I don't take you to heart, your love for me is still waiting for my love. -Tagore's "Gitanjali"
Your love for me is still waiting for my love. -Tagore's "Gitanjali"