Cultivation of love

breath.

Where there is a heart, there is no heart

Your feelings are still alive;

You haven't been in my town for a long time

Yet your face is still in my eyes.

I touch my heart every day

I feel your touch

Turbulent love still waves deep in the chest

Become a cultivator of love and cultivate love now.

Both eyes burn sometimes

On the pretext of a strong desire to see you;

Then comes the heartbreak

Soothes the burnt eye wound.

I feel you in my being

Where is my generous blue sky heart

Playing with white clouds.

How many years have you not been in my city?

But your touch is in every alley of the city

still clear

"Love dies out of sight"

It's not about the lover.

When the eyes are hidden, love is eternal

The heart cultivates love.