You're coming back. Tired and hungry again.
Today I cooked the old love.
(I took it out of the freezer a long time ago...)
I will only serve it if you are ready.


I poured thirst into our glasses...
for passion previous, but also with new fire.
But I will serve them too (again only),
if you're ready for her drunkenness.


I've always been waiting for you, like, in the long run,
I ran out of energy. (It doesn't even hurt.)
But it's time for the final saying---
are you ready for me or not?!


While I waited, I dusted...the sky.
I turned him blue. I sewed a light for him.
I also patched the sun in his heart,
it's up to you to sew the spring...


I smoothed out the folds of old mistakes.
I soaked the bitterness in bleach.
I'm ready to whiten it again to faith,
if you are ready to stay at home.


If you're not ready, here's the door.
I lock it. I also throw away the key.
I don't want the yarn of loneliness,
even in a dream (without memory) to weave ....


If you're not ready, don't even tell me
that you will return one day!
From thousands of tables to try,
you will still miss my sips...
Are you going to go?
Or you're not ready yet...