Green sun sets in the green lake of your eyes.
It’s me who downloading star after star from green sky,
sinking them into the depths of that wise words lake,
which hides the unknown fears into himself,
continuously wash from his banks grain of differences,
grain of passion, grain of tenderness… different grains.
Dousing them not to be washed if they fall on a strand,
not tortured while shutting down.
Dousing them because, whenever we glances,
they’ll sparkling from green depth, if only for a moment,
and recognize its shine in my eyes.
They stay into green lake as grain of differences,
different, even more than any other grains of different,
maintaining the moments of eternity, magical moments of our love,
lasting forever throughout all lives we’ll live.