Sign of the thread

I could not know your love scale

To sleep, I tore the poem that I wrote about your memory, And threw it into my secret well, I mean my memory. *

Your tears dropped and the wind carried them To my memory. My memory flew to bare your memory to me. On that day, I met something called the black letter, I mean black magic. *

I wish I did not shift the cloud from its place And I did not go out to see you flooding and dying. *

Because of your surprising love, Because of your earthquake love,