I just want to stand behind the trees in the forest. The eyes of dawn are still tired, and there is dew in the air. The lazy breath of wet grass hangs in the mist on the ground. Under the banyan tree, you milk with your soft hands like cream. I stood still. I didn't come near you. The sky woke up with the gong in the temple. The dust in the street fluttered under the driven cow's hoof. Women came from the river with bubbling water bottles on their waists. Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the edge of the jar. The morning is getting dark, and I'm not by your side.
Tagore, the light is gone.
If time passes, the birds stop singing and the wind is tired, then cover me with a thick dark curtain, just like you wrap the earth with a sleeping quilt at dusk and gently close the petals of a water lily. The journey is not over, the bags are empty, the clothes are broken, and people are tired. You dispelled the passenger's shame and embarrassment, and let him bloom like a flower in your kind night. Wake up on the night you love.
Don't leave without saying goodbye. I love Tagore.
Don't leave without saying goodbye. I like it. After shopping all night, I look sleepy now. I am afraid I lost you in my sleep. Don't leave without saying goodbye. I like it. I started up and reached out to touch you. I asked myself, "Is this a dream?" I can tie your feet with my heart and hold them tightly on my chest! Don't leave without saying goodbye. I like it.