I'm really jealous.
I have been like this for a long time
I'm also jealous of the dust that wants to stick to your beautiful skin.
Why?
Because my feelings are like this
What should I do to be close to you always?
Is it dust?
It's useless, you can't see it.
Is it water?
It's useless, you can't hold it.
Become a real figure
Enough to limit me to love you
And now I can only be silent
Accompanied by a sad mood in the heart.
Spill it through poetry for you.
