Apsara Without Wings
His tenderness stunned me. . .
Seeing the moon's beauty,
Just like seeing the beauty of his face.
It's so strong he's got this. . .
Faced with its real existence.
Feel his suffering alone.
And measure the suffering of the above dream . . .
though he is only an Angel without wings,
But the tenderness of his heart makes me feel like .....
Being above the clouds.
Formerly this love poem this time, may be useful for the
readers as well .
