The Most Beautiful Flower

                   Have you forgotten the sunflower love
                     You fold for me as a surprise gift
                         When you were a sweet boy
                         And I was a troubled girl?

                     Ah! Never in all the fleeting love
                      Such a beautiful flower was seen
                       For the flower is my life wine
                       And the words are my sunshine

                        You made me a dinosaur love
                        At night when I was sleeping
                          And for the flying time
                  We christened it with misunderstanding.

                   And I put your flower on my table love
              And I talked about it with every friend of mine
                    How envious I can see on their faces
                  And I am so proud with smile at dreams!

                    On those stormy days and nights love
                  The flower carried a message from heaven
                            I cry with happiness
                        And I sorrow for its future.

                    I'll never forgot the sunflower love
                     You made to me as a surprise gift
                         When you were a sweet boy
                         And I was a troubled girl.

                             Too Young To Love

                   I wish I could remember the first day,
                  First hour, first moment of meeting you,
                        If bright or dim the season,
                   If a summer or autumn I could not say;
                      It was just a day, a rainy day,
                          A plum tree blossom day.

                    I was sick and you came a long way.
                   You came because mother was far away.
                     Always remember your shining smile
                  The smiles that will never be melt away.
                       Never have clue when and where
                         I made that Sunday Poetry
                         If it was under that tree
                           The winter plum tree.

                        Too young to love, my friend
                          Love is like a foggy day
                                 They say.

                         You came to the classroom
                         All the girls are giggling
                               Did you hear?
                  They already know how to toss their hair
                   And I only know to hide, to run away.

                           So many torturing days
                        Like walking on wooden shoes
                             At a forbidden age
                         Lips are made for crying.

                           A midnight phone call,
                             Woke up my brother
                              What? Find whom?
                       He said that I should forget.
                     But how can I, I have been trying
                        For the past eighteen years.

                   I wish I could remember the first day,
                  First hour, first moment of meeting you,
                        If bright or dim the season,
                   If a summer or autumn I could not say;
                      It was just a day, a rainy day,
                          A plum tree blossom day.

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