My fingers is tongue's stretching
Below the slight and sallow light,
Who dips sea in your eyes ?
To raise the sunset in the night
where I bosom and kiss,
Not transient coming spray
Is a sequence of clouds continuously
where I am around
Not dying wave , Is the traveler who likes to stay
Where I pulsate isn't my heartbeat ,
Is interlaced rain drop
Which I wake up with surprise isn't my breath,
Is your lip language that asking for love
My fingers is tongue stretching
Is tender sigh.