Plant it quietly in your heart.
Maybe it will die in time.
Like a dust that nobody cares about.
Maybe open your sleepy eyes
Experienced wind and rain
You can bear sweet fruit.
Bloom your fragrant flowers.
love
Can keep the horizon close at hand.
It can also turn things close at hand into distant horizons.
Love is the message of the soul.
It is also the sublimation of feelings.
If you choose a heart.
Be the soil that takes root and germinates.
Then never leave.
Leaving only the scars of love