Romantic

Don't buy flower garland lately because of regret that I didn't wear garland on your hand.

I put my head on your lap and I float my sad stories in the clouds of the sky because I don't see the blue sky.

Inside my chest is a pool full of salty tears, the water is stored for you, so I don't show you tears anymore.

On my way home every day, I remember your face very much, every day I want to write a letter in your chest pocket when I wake up.

The story of Parvati's upset will be written in the letter.

But the story will contain the words of a hundred Maya lotus leaves written for you.

~Russel