One?
Did you see the fire with your own eyes?
You can't see me, although I lit it for you.
Hey, that's just a mature age burning.
Your ass, my ass. We are across the mountain! ?
From this natural transformation process,
I love you temporarily. ?
Even if I cry, turn gray, turn gray and be reborn,
Girl, that's just God playing with himself. ?
Two?
You and I live between water and rocks.
We grew up in the womb of death. ?
Countless possible deformed lives?
He can never perfect himself. ?
I talk to you, trust you and love you.
Then I heard my master snicker.
He keeps adding another you and me?
Make us rich and dangerous. ?
Three?
A little animal your age?
It breathes like grass.
It brings you the background color and full of fragrance.
It wants you to go crazy in the warm darkness. ?
I walked through your marble hall of wisdom.
And cherish the life it buried; ?
The contact between you and me is a meadow. ?
I'm surprised there is its stubbornness. ?
Four?
Quietly, we hug together?
In a world where words can illuminate,
And the unformed darkness is terrible.
Possibility and impossibility fascinate us. ?
What makes us suffocate?
Is it sweet talk of dying before birth?
Haunted, let us drift away.
Swim into the chaos of love, freedom and beauty. ?
Five?
The sun went down and the breeze was blowing in the fields.
How long has the reason accumulated here? ?
Touching the scenery touched my heart.
From the oldest to you, have a good sleep. ?
Trees and upright rocks were formed.
Will my desire at this time last forever?
The beauty of everything in its process?
Teach me the way to love you, teach me to change. ?
Six?
The sameness turns to fatigue.
Strangeness solidifies between differences; ?
What a dangerous narrow road it is.
I travel by car. ?
He exists and listens to me.
He protected me and left me alone.
Is his pain a constant search?
Your order has been fulfilled, you must deviate from it. ?
Seven?
Storms, long journeys, lonely nights,
Loss, memory, eternal time?
All the fears that science cannot dispel?
Let me rest in your arms-
Oh, in your uncontrollable heart?
Do you have a good image?
There, growing parallel to my ass! ?
Eight?
There is no closer way.
All accidents are stereotypes between us; ?
Only sunlight passes through colorful leaves?
Separated by two hearts, the same. ?
When the season comes, they fall separately.
Let our big tree be evergreen forever?
It makes a cruel mockery of us?
(crying) moving towards peace in the ancient roots of unity. ?