نسکافه

Nescafe

Though you’re upset, you’re fine,

I’m reminded of myself by your scent.

The golden autumn sticks with

The music of rain and your umbrella.

Though you’re beautiful, you’re bitter,

But a bitterness like nescafe.

Whenever you’re here, I tell myself,

Surely, God is around.

I think of a new poem

When your head‘s in your books,

Your flowing hair over your forehead

Is the most beautiful event.

In the rustling of autumn leaves,

Your walk is like a song.

Your hands write my melody,

Your dance creates my tune.

Your distant demeanor is magical,

Like a field full of horses.

Rain and your umbrella together

It means how fitting a downpour is.

In the rustling of autumn leaves,

Your walk is like a song.

Your hands write my melody,

Your dance creates my tune.

Your distant demeanor is magical,

Like a field full of horses.

Rain and your umbrella together

Mean how fitting a downpour is.