Secret box

Secret box


You give me a secret box

I sketched on the wall of your face,

 

Alone at night intoxicated. Dear,

Please use grapes to nourish me, and I use lemon to wake up

 

Skip antelope-like hills, jump across the hills

Health and cool evening breeze while yet, the sun's shadow has not disappeared

 

In the lily among your flock of sheep grazing,

Freely in the woods, chasing bees.

 

I have been sleepwalking in the running, with a secret box,

With wet with dew breath and joy of flowers.