Your breath

Early in January, I wanted to plant a piece of weeds in your soul. . . . . .
Although my body is stuck in a split second. . .
I need tears at that time, tukku make a friend in my solitude without you. . .

If your presence did not even bring a breath for me,
I may be ta 'as thin as this, and will not enjoy the pain of missing the angel. . .

Your breath creeps gently on the edge of your shadow,