wind is breezing

touching me gently

like your breathing

blowing over my face quietly

i try to catch a load of time

to knit an elaborate patch of memory

leaving you forever

forever to wear

yet i can not be with you together to share

'cause the silk is my youth

the texture is my life whole

the passion string is so strong

the love pattern never falling down

time may wither

following the sun altogether

the moonlight fade away gradually

not your face change eternally

crush on your pouting lips

how can i cover the twice?