I keep all the flavors
either irritated
either angry
whether happy
the same
all dark
I keep all the flavors
which if without you is stabbed
by the hidden love dagger
either longing
my dear
to how much I want to belong to you
when strings of words about you
will you and you to me
all just mute in my script, still
save a million dreams
along with the constantly changing seasons
hope to arrive sweet moments, awaited