You're a man in my eyes
the soot handsome silver willow.
So you've grown in my eyes
And the thick wavy
hair, they should be very happy
would push my fingers.
I would like to feel, silky black
feel of thick dark hair.
Your voice in my ear is a
beautiful melodious flute sound.
The love you have inside the
summer sun after the rain.
It dries and warms.
I will love you through the decades,
it carries the feeling of youth to mature
at the time of old age.
You're the one who spring
get the free stream flow.
I will listen to your voice,
as long as the hearing is in order.
Still, we have the two mandarin ducks
flying in different directions.
The highest in the world,
I am afraid that we do not
Never again will meet you and me.