Love

Wants to be a path,

Without journey... without destination.

Somewhere far away in the forest,

Wants to be a river standing. 

Wants to have a life,

Without relationships and customs.

Wants to get lost somewhere in a waterfall,

Falling from the sky.

Because you have become a habit of this heart,

Sweet rhythm of every beat...

It's not only madness... it's not only love,

But you are paramount somewhere in mind.

Whether to call it a deep desire or worship,

I'll love you endlessly until the day I die.