What love is

I suddenly seemed to be left in the spring leaves, very fresh to wake up, I felt the vitality after enough sleep, I was imagining you, walking with me in a spring, here, all the scenes and dreams are related to the sea, your lyrics about the sea, will touch the real dream in a tidal sound. I didn't think about you, everything here stopped my habit of dreaming, I lived in a dream, at this moment, the sunlight outside the window was shining out of the raindrops, and every drop of memory was so real and brilliant. I am missing you, my love, missing your breath and gaze, with your never-ending energy, I sometimes wish you would age in one day, so that I can love you quietly, you will always make me feel terrible, you are old and young, and I have lived for more than a thousand years. Now, I am asleep in the beautiful grave waiting for you, waiting for you to bless me after a summer rain, my love, how can I forget you? The night here is peaceful, and I imagine your fingers crossing my shoulders and sleeping in some sweet words, my sweet devil, I love you. I love this land, this beautiful island, surrounded by the sound of water. My dreams would not be a little more beautiful than this. In two days, I will go to the city and make the island my home, and perhaps I will find a job on the island and, if possible, I will be willing to stay on the island, how can I find a home and leave home? I was still in a dream, but my spirit began to calm down, and I could feel the light of that peace, which was what I was looking for in and out of everything. You never want to know the peace. But I know you, you don't know mine, and we have become so acquainted and so harmonious in love. This is a cabin for me, with a table made of boxes, and I'm writing to you. Their beauty made me want to stop all the time, to see the sun stop in a drop of dew. I love them, they are the true religion in my heart, and every time I hear them see them, I think about why my own life is so far away from home. Home is the religion that my heart projects on the earth. One day, will you give me a home? I don't quite understand, this time is still a slim promise?