Qamram
The more I want to see your smile
The distance increases more.
The more I want to walk with you
The more I step back.
When you are the silver moonlight
I am the black of darkness.
When you are the magical night
I am the morning covered in fog.
If you are the refreshing sea
On the other hand, I am the intense desert.
When you are the tune of the flute in the late afternoon
In my world, the wood is clear.
When you are the cuckoo of spring
I am the unknown scum.
The distance between you and me is very great
Still, I want to walk side by side.



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