Face to face
Just me and him, many people left halfway. At dusk, many sheep came to the pasture.
And the wind quieted down, and my skirt seemed sad, drooping and flustered. No, there are some things I have to ask.
You see, it's just me and him. You once accused me of stealing your roses in the middle of the night and putting a horse's virginity into a well. Oh, you said there were traces of my climbing on your collapsed wall.
You said that if you hadn't put your heart in the safe, you would be missing a part now. You said: am I a female bandit?
You said I kidnapped you? When you are thirsty, don't I want to give my blood to you?
You said I was rewarded for this barren youth. No, he didn't speak. He turned around and said nothing.