Love that touches the sky
I am lying on the soft grass, the blue of the sky in my eyes, The touch of the wind awakened a stone in my heart.
Three trees stood in the distance, raising their heads, As if they were speaking the language of love and carrying it with the wind.
The sun hung on their tops, giving off light, My mind found the light of your face.
The melody played on the leaves, singing in a light swing, Love has gathered today, the cover of the earth's chest.
You are like that blue cloud, floating lightly in the sky, I only touch your emptiness on the tip of the grass.
I want to touch you, climb to the top of my tree, When you came down, it became sunny, and the pain would be erased.
The wind says, love does not mean stopping, Similarly, illusion, it comes and goes, but it stays far away.
I see the shadow of the tree, swaying in the corner of the field, Your words come floating in a light stream of illusion.
The color of love pours across the blue sky, The sun sets, as if my mind follows your path.
The trees also stop, the wind also stops, As if you came and stood there as a shadow of love.
I see the horizon in your eyes, the desire to touch the sky, Our history is mixed with the smell of the soil.
Maybe one day we will meet, sitting under a tree, I will say, you are the sky, I want to touch that grass.
My mind is filled with the smell of your breath, You are sweet like a cloud, a soft afternoon.
This world is covered in greenery, yet it lacks one thing, Without the glimmer of your smile, the day is fake.
Love is just like this, it grows slowly, It can reach the sky by becoming tall like a tree.
Yet the roots remain below, beneath the earth's surface, Because love means floating, and then again reaching the ground.
Maybe one day your letter will fall on the wind, It will be written, Love means affection.
Then I will lie down on the grass and raise my face to the sky, I will see three trees swaying silently in our own faith.