I don't believe
Love
Is just a hunting game
When a woman finally lying down in a man's arms
Just like an elk
After taking off the beautiful fur
Only leaving
A pile of vague
Desire
I don't believe
Love
Is a chess contest
One has to constantly guess the competitor's
Layout tactics
Exhaustedly calculating all the traps
Yet there's no telling what can really be won
I don't believe
Love is like clothes
It'll be folded after wearing for just one season
Only many years later
In a dusty, cobweb-ridden corner
Accidentally finding a yellowish
Button
Love
Is actually quite shy
It's always hidden
In the least eye-catching place
Waiting quietly
I believe
There's gotta be
Someone who tenderly bends over
And picks up
That ordinary little pebble on the river bank
And then uses his heart
To tap it gently
