On February 8, 2011
Don't ask me early in the morning
when I am hurting
from my night mirages.
I just need a source from the mountain,
when I am wakening,
to wash my hands.
Kiss me, to forget the moonlight from that place.
Kiss me, to drown in your big smile.
I come to you to seek the oblivion
in your arms
and completely unconsciously
I call you a wrong name.
Just kiss me,
it’s really not important;
honey, I love you
but I can't see it’s over.
