Cultivating
the dream of a fresh future
on the south-headed hill,
the orchard
has hidden so many lovers’ whispers

The desire to conceive an apple
has been completely demolished

It has become a fallen leaf,
and rolling on the street of forgetfulness
are lonely words of love

Your eye, your eye
is colder than the light of water

Your touch
that used to melt my frozen heart

Now
we are hand in hand with the
fate of suffering from separation
and leaving for faraway lands

For separation without tears
For beautiful sadness