If possible
I am willing to write a poem for you every day
In the middle of the night with a plain voice
Sing slowly for you
if possible
before arriving at dawn
You stand in front of my window
Wake up my sleeping eyelashes with your fiery gaze
if possible
In the gap where a green train roars past
Please look through the crowds of people with your eyes
Accurately fixed in front of me
if possible
I am willing to be abandoned by time with you
Until the sea changes its appearance
Transformed into fertile farmland
Fertile fields reduced to sand dunes