You went back to your hometown and said to see Daddy, I was busy hiking, not to send you.
Pull out your mobile phone, there is always a message of your peace, a heart, idyllic and comfortable.
Just separated, missed, still so thick, your message, is my most beautiful heart.
Like you say, marry me, I marry you, like you kiss me, domineering and unbridled.
You often say, how you are not a lady, but you pull me into the crook of your arm, as if I were a small child.
The luckiest thing is to meet you, and the most beautiful thing is to be with you.
Drunk in your arms, looking at the intoxicating clouds, the sky becomes orange-red, and the sunset, elongated, you and my shadow.
I kiss you deeply, lingeringly, a thousand times, and spare no effort.
You respond to me, hot and unbridled, and we embrace each other to express this honey of love.
Love you, with too much emotion to think of yourself, unconsciously, but yet, try your best.
I'd rather, exhaust all my luck than, give up loving you.
From now on, the sunset is you, the morning star is you, and my timeless poems are only for you.