When we are in the midst
of the river,
I gather the flowers near
my chest.
Which is naked and drips
with cool waters.
But the moon makes them
bloom like the lotus.
I give you my lilies
because they are
beautiful,
And you always hold my
hand.
In the middle of the
rushing stream.
In the brook, time moves
in every direction.
The universe expanding
above our heads.
Feel the current between
our toes.
Every river, holds my
love somewhere.
