A season passes

A season has passed lovers
Your crying cry has gone a long way
The happiest tears at dusk
We are the people of silence

Fall in the spring flowers
Spread out between the cherry piles
Rindu fell right by the poets
Until finally died buried his own poems

Sing me a fin
The classic symphony of the universe
The most melodious chirping from the line of directions
Make me sleep well in my pocket of prayer

Twilight in your cheeks lover
Let me breathe in an orange strand
I want to enjoy every peaceful departure
Let me hug the whole hug to lose