Source I'm waiting for you to come home O dear Waiting for you to come back to me Go home, O love Let the sieve of rice be flown by the west wind. Don't you miss my warm love? Don't you want to kiss my

Source You are as hard as a ray that creeps the branches of a dry branch Your warmth makes my body feel comfortable in the hug of the universe You are like a word to every poem I make You're a thief in

Source I am silent in this pain I am silent in this silence I don't feel the warmth of the sun I can't feel the warmth of your touch I don't know what I'm feeling right now everything happened just like