Looking at your long eyes, I can see through your loneliness. There are no words, no thoughts, only tears and silence. I think that being chic can make you think that dribs and drabs are all memories. How can the air condense in your distance and turn around to leave a wandering back? When will you end this separation? Counting the seas, rocks, flowers and flowers in the wind and rain will shake the heartstrings? How can I forget that oath? How can I forget that I suddenly look back at the horizon in front of the mountain? You are my most vicissitudes of romance.