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The years I long for often hold out on me,

like the clouds above covering the valley;

like the moon that draws the waves closer;

like the maiden who remains so after the wedding is over;

A relationship that wanes but is necessary.

The night falls upon the naked in solidarity.

To cover their faults and imperfections;

human is to err, but also correction.

Gorgeous holds nothing to the air of the south

The humidity that fills and delights one’s mouth

Nature is naturally natural

But somehow we are detached from it;

Rain kisses the ground lightly;

they make love. The trees heighten

their sensitivity to the presence of the wind,

the two are such old friends.

The sun warmly greets the green hills,

their eyes widen to reveal appeal; and love.

Even the bitter cold is faithful to the mountains.

They hug each other as snow dances around them.

Even night and day share their duties,

and at the end of the night, morning waits dutifully;

Morning waits, but he is lonely.

He finds a friend in the fog. If only

The sky and the earth and the water understood

That life is so easy when you do what you should

But what am I to do?

The years will come when I know you.