O girl, this is too less for me
I want to touch you,
By chance for awhile.
...
If I were you,
I would conceal my breasts
From the sight of others.
...
I have made my love essential for thee,
It will be expanded like the waves of the endless sea,
Let it be funded freshly by honey bee,
Every first sun rays hold my kisses surely,
...
Which way can these eyes truly see?
East, west, north, south —
or up there, into the endless blue sky?
Hearts of thieves, cloaked in clean white cloth,
...
I will go far away,
Far beyond—
What shall I call this futile journey?
There will be no trees of my childhood, no friends, no Clamor, no tender tune of plunging into rivers.
...
Song Of First Love
O girl, this is too less for me
I want to touch you,
By chance for awhile.
Again want to touch,
In front of whole universe.
O girl, why should you stash smell of love?
I know, I know your desire of lips.
For teeming you and sop by love,
I myself made me sea-
As a brave sailor in my ripple heart.
Today, I am a drunk ship.