In the glass, your reflection burned like the midsummer sun Within it, you were as gentle and tender as winter snow Like droplets clinging to a glass, I have long flowed, longing for you Neither overflowing nor lacking, your moments linger within this vessel Unable to bring it to my lips, I gaze into the time filled entirely with you Time stands still— and in the end, I cannot bring myself to drink you in Am I, consumed by you, dreaming of an eternity? 96
Infatuated
In the glass, your reflection
burned like the midsummer sun
Within it, you were
as gentle and tender as winter snow
Like droplets clinging to a glass,
I have long flowed, longing for you
Neither overflowing nor lacking,
your moments linger within this vessel
Unable to bring it to my lips,
I gaze into the time filled entirely with you
Time stands still—
and in the end, I cannot bring myself to drink you in
Am I, consumed by you,
dreaming of an eternity?