To a flowering tree, what does the wind say? 

     I am in love with you; tell me, I will stay.

I live like this; what I see is a departure.

     Being in love with you is pain and torture.

I am angry with me, breathing a thunder,

     What is this pain of love? It makes me wonder.

I want to taste the nectar while kissing you.

     I want to get drunk while I am drinking dew.

This is my destiny; always live in pain.

     Departure is the word for me to complain.

I want to stay for a moment to hold you.

     But I will die as wind, how damn do I do?

I am hopeful that one day when as I fly,

    allow me to kiss you, and then I will die.

12/30/15 Haloo