How many miseries have I received from your doorstep...
Your shadow rests upon my wet eyelashes.
A flash of yours before my eyes spills over with tears of love.

Why do the people who walk along change their tracks?
Why conjoined paths fall apart?

When paths change, it's easier to get led astray.
Even if they are far from your eyes, they stay rooted in your heart.
Even if you have the world under your feet, your heart still beats with only one name, the name of someone special...

What else can you dare to ask of God when you are scared to ask?