Dodo!

. 

I met him yesterday at Pole

Star and this is not a lie! 

The one who is like the moon

 himself is Fragrance 

He came to take me 

with him in a dream

 He was in a cream-colored 

Dress and looked like cream  

We were both in each other's arms 

Careless of the mistakes and pitfalls

Kept climbing the islands of love

On my palms, It still smells good

The touch that is like soft honey and

 thick. The touch that protects me

 From cold winds and hot winds

Last night at the pole star

We were one

We were shining

Like my luck

March 1, 1998