The Water Rose of a Cloud-Heavy Evening

: I want to tell you something. Will you keep it?

: Yes, tell me!

: Let me grow inside you. I never imagined this morning would begin with you; I can't perfectly explain to you the feeling of suddenly receiving what one never thought possible. You never try to understand how much I love you!

: I know!

: My feelings for you remain exactly as they were on the first day, you know! They'll never grow old for me—your eyes, the unspoken longing in your tender voice, and you. These three things turn my heart upside down. You know, today I kept thinking, if I'm never blessed with the chance to hold you close again, I want to return to that vast height where you gave me the final place.

I'm not thinking about the pain throughout my body. If you can, heal my heart once more! Who else but you can I give this burden to, tell me! If you wish, a heap of weariness clouds the sky of my mind each time.

Your voice is incredibly beautiful—perhaps many people have told you this. You wanted to know how I feel when I talk with you! Today when I was touching you—maybe there were thousands of miles between us, but I was so close to the heart of the person on the other end of the phone—in that moment there wasn't even a tiny gap between us, your breath made me understand how close you are to me.

Love comes in your voice, poetry comes. You are the leaf of an evergreen tree; waiting for you, this life can easily be spent without thinking about anything at all. At first I used to think that without your touch I might not be able to write anymore; that only you could exist in my poetry, that only you dwell in my mind, I truly wanted to give you my everything—you know my capacity is limited.

If you wish, poetry takes refuge in the completely silent heart; you are not that mountain of pride that my poetry cannot cross to reach your emotions. You touched me in such a way that just receiving your touch makes my heart deeply peaceful. Why aren't you speaking?

: I'm listening to you!! Do you know I wait for you? You don't know, I suppose!

: Don't say it like that, please! I feel terribly guilty. I sit absent-mindedly counting days every moment, as much as you searched for me that last time!