Yearning, I killed you with hunger
And later , I buried you with grief
If today I no longer know your name
Your face never gave me respite
Miracle would be not to see
In love , this perennial flower
That flows on the black moon
That dries , but never dies
Actually, I surrounded you from afar
And later , I leaned in fear
If yesterday I sang your name
The echo no longer dies early
Miracle would be not to have
Love , this short rhyme
The brightness of the full moon
Wakes up from a light sleep
Irene
Irene laughs