Mountains of our love Are too high and steep to cross. We don’t even try.
Beneath your old face They are looking at me now. Your eyes are still young.
The full moon unveils our universe of passion. We accept the light.
Ominous mountains. Cherry blooms are far away. Our love has ended.
I climb the steep path to the top of the mountain. Your noble heart waits.
Those happy couples, smiling for the camera, dining in silence.
Over the rough sea A pelican flies away. And also our love.
Stand in the bathroom. Turn your ass to the mirror. Pout, snap, post and tag.