Turbulent love
An endless roundabout swept through me
from shaky ups and downs.
It was not another raid
with unavoidable minor damage.
Love was dedicated, turbulent,
which thundered with the thunder.
There was no equivalent on it.
It even overshadowed the voice of the owls.
I understand it is different from the beginning ...
My soul was excited
and her breath stopped, silent
of the feelings that have been mocking me.
A storm, creepy,
with his mighty force, he dragged me.
Here in the dock, silent, calmly diminished,
the heart of bliss was dressing me.
Maybe I'd met that one
love, which is actually the real,
but hardly unaffected you will stay,
once you collide with it ... real.
Goodbye and Kisses ...