Could I be in love with you in times of attachment
But not have to think of you ceaselessly, without rest
Could I not have to come close to you when I forget myself
But I could blow a breath of air into the sky
And touch you lightly like a gust of wind

Would I be allowed to hold you tight and then push you away
To suddenly be happy and suddenly ignore you
When I'm bored, could I pretend to kiss you goodbye
Take a breath of fresh air, and then continue on our honeymoon

I only want to gently experience separation
And then let myself fear that we'd no longer be together again

Who told me to love you so much
I hope that we'll forever be in the century of first love
Every time the weather changes
It's like the way your coldness and my warmth contrast one another
I want you to love me
The way I love you; instilled with life at dawn, dead at dusk
I love to excite you, just like you love to fly

When I'm feeling mischievous, could I love you but still be allowed
To be sweet one moment and bitter in the next; have a long then a
short kiss
When I'm bored, couldn't I arrange for a date with you, and yet be
waiting for you every minute
I hope to have another honeymoon
I'm so curious