Together we ran to the mountains in spring where the flowers were blooming.
He hummed his favorite nursery rhymes from childhood in my ears.
I crown him with garlands of spring.
I kept asking, "What if I die?"
He kept answering: "Then I will always stay by your side."
When I cry, he will lick the bitter tears from the corners of his eyes and say, "Sweet."
When he smiled, our noses touched and I kissed his lips gently.
In the warm spring, I am a dying sick willow, and he is the gentle evening breeze;
In the bitter summer, I am the silent cicada, and he is the hot sun;
In the cool autumn breeze, I am a dead leaf that has lost its footing, and he is the moist soil;
In the winter of broken faith, I am the freezing snow, and he is the cold river;
I said that I would hang out among the flowers with the butterflies, and sing on the branches with the bluebirds. I would be by your side no matter when, no matter where, from beginning to end.
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My lover digs my grave, my lover plants flowers all over the mountains.
Intention: Suffering does not achieve love, suffering is suffering