I was as if drunk in your tenderness.
I smelled of tenderness, like an obsession,
And in the whole world there is no one closer than you,
Your love is comparable to a song.
Your colors are the flowers of my dreams,
And everything in you is a closed circle,
And there is no couple more exquisite than ours,
On my knees, when I kiss your hand
I tenderly kiss this aroma,
I inhale the smell of morning tea;
And sakura, you are my Japanese garden,
And noticing all your flowers,
I will kiss everything,
I will survive everything,
This is given to my love and pen.
I was as if drunk in your tenderness
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