A LOVE LETTER TO MY EVE
In the entire flower season
You've been drinking greedily that green transparency
You make a lotus leaf wide open in your drunkenness
Which spreads off the rain drops left by singing
crickets
Carelessly losing a drop of sunshine of love
That accidentally kindles passionate autumn leaves
By thousands, and tens of thousands
Thus the whole valley
is full of your colour of bright red
Is it your drunkenness
Or my shy countenance?
