You tell him,

You tell him,

how I love him

I'm too tired

my love confession.

I'm disappointed too many

times, too many times

I sailed the sea of disappointment.

He is a good friend of mine I

do not want it to lose by multiplying the

my love for him.

I am again going to Fell

wild deer photograph.

His image in my eyes

dancing again, it is now once again

autumn, and the birds flying

to the south.