I read and reread yesternight's thoughts
your words are too plain I understand
Hurt I am not
Only I cut growing branches
and make them fit to my field.
Yes, I am not going to make a fence
between our fertile fields
only I'll stop watering the trees of my longing
and hope they will soon shrink back to their folds.
Yes, I have to sacrifice a furlong free sky
but that I will merrily do for my love.
I will repay the streak of open sky
with the warmth of iron bars.
And don't worry, I am the farmer of dreams
I know the way to sow seeds on my barren soil.
