You, who is the fuel to my fire.
I, who waited like a mountain for the same clouds to gather.
You,.. That is from the rings of grayless sky.
I, whose current swirled all about.
The water is disturbed.
The air is chilly.
The noises are echoing within bars.
I can see the dark clouds gather right above me.
You, whose name I just heared.
I, who is someone who met you from my cave.
You.. That I came to love before encountering.
I, a person who misses you even beyond light.
The hedge opened,
The clouds are clear.
The rain fell...
And the henna blossomed.