English Poem:Chat

[姓韓者 11]

Let me handle the overcrowd street

And put on the light

With some kind of the

Nail color, cause of the sunglow

Is already bright

Therefore, You and I sit down

Around the fire to talk about

"Should we move our fingerprints

To the tiny grassland, such as

My hand?" and then seeking the old friend

And dropping down a song from

The weather we see

Then we see the notes creat the sea

All around us stand underneath

But except you and me