I meet your eyes, for a long time We haven't talked about love By a night rain, I will speak it out And in the rustle of leaves you speak
I will cry with a wedge of cranes I love you And will respond with a contrary wind I love you
I have enough words, like spring has many flowers Only those words fail to say That of all the suns, which I used to love Only the moon can compare with you
I will cry with a wedge of cranes I love you And will respond with a contrary wind I love you
Let winds, rains and cries Of the birds' flocks far away Be our talking about love
