Let me kiss the water again until the ripples appear.
Let me feel the vague emotional fluctuations again, the feelings that stir into a pool of autumn water.
Living in late autumn, I look forward to plucking willows for you next spring.
Let me release a fire and let the flames grow, spread, and burn the entire mountain range.
Let me express my original thoughts to you again. They are straightforward and turn into every floating particle in the air running towards you.
Intention: love