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I do not understand you.

My love words are empty to you.

But I have no control over myself,

And forget the familiar features.

Forget your familiar eyes.

Weeping willow – hair.

And the purity of the diamond,

Hot drops of your tears.

Forget the warmth of a caressing hand.

And the whiteness of a tender smile

And peach fluff cheeks,

And curls on the forehead negligent.

Forget you – forget the Spring.

And the smell of grass in the flowering summer.

But, feelings, surging wave,

I cannot forget, in a fit of light!