Blanket

The mizzle and shrewd wind conspire,

Thoughts become aphrodisiac,

The path becomes less distant.

As I clasp your waist,

Kissing your nape,

You allow me to stuff.

Rain subsides,

Sky azures,

You ask permission 

Like the staunchest lover to leave me again in this mortal world.

Like a helpless lover,

I see a blanket comes from the sky 

To shroud you,

Taking you to the world 

Where the living ones are restricted.