Love of wet soil
Clouds have descended on the field, water has touched the grass, There is silent love in the eyes of the pheasant.
The clouds in the distant sky say, is it coming or not, But my mind gets wet first, the sight of your memory.
Hanging by the river, the touch of young grass, As if your hand touches it, silently, without understanding.
The smell of soil rises, at the first touch of rain, My mind wants to sit next to you, to say something quietly.
In the green rice fields far away, the wind raises waves, Just like that, when you come, I see how it feels to want.
The pheasant walks slowly, dancing in the water, Just as your love touches, in my heart.
The sky is gray, the light is light, So is your love, soft, sweet, and quiet.
Without you, this scene feels empty, Your words ring in my ears, in the melody of the clouds' songs.
Look, the rain will fall now, dancing on the tips of the leaves, As if the smile of your eyes mixes with the water drops.
This lonely mind full of fields, finds you again, I see your shadow floating on the wings of a stork.
If you were to come now, on the light earthen path, I would secretly tell you— How my heart would cry.
You would surely laugh then, the sky would be blue, You are a light raindrop inside my heart.
In this water-soaked world, I can only touch you, My heart gets wet in the name of rain, since you have not come.
Yet you know, in this silence, your name rings, In this sky covered with clouds, love hides today.
In the water of the stork's feet, I see your shadow, My heart calls you, come closer, today my heart is sad.
In the green field, in the wet air, songs are mixed, Love is as soft as this morning's standard.
If you are by my side, in the sun, in the clouds, in the shade, Every day, every moment, goes into colorful love.
This water, this soil, this sky, you and I together, We will sing the song of life, silently, in this game, relaxed.
Yet today, I am only silently, looking away, I am alone like a stork, in the melody of love.
You are not here, yet you are there, in the midst of this wet field, Love still blooms softly, adorned by the cloudy sky.