If I go home ...
Can you criticize my face
From the first, always changing
But it's not my curiosity
Put your hands on your hug
Many longs that I wrap neatly
For later, I opened when I met
I often want to, feel the cold
That may not be the same as you.
But occasionally, when the heart feels, longing.
Gayo, how are you doing now?
I'm sorry if I forgot to go home
Forgot shaking hands that day, as I was
Pick away, go without permission.
Wait for me again, there.
In a delicious coffee cup, in front
Hot charcoal coals, at the top of a young pumpkin.
I miss, I love.