I want to probe your dreams,

Oh distant sky, the forehead of my lover

But we hold on to our disappointed hands

Because when you love, you are sure to be loved

Let our lips be tightly joined

To love is to die a little inside

I was happy at once, but suddenly sad again,

To love is to die a little inside

Because I thought that is still very far away

You are you, I am still you

Although we believe in the same life, the same dream,

Let our short and long hairs mix together

Old memories drift away with the passing days,

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Let me hear your pearly teeth

Let all our love be poured into our eyes

Our arms Let our shoulders wrap tightly

Let our heads be close, let our chests be close

The bond between two strangers

Let me write the best love poem