Between your wrinkles
Spring breeze blurred my eyes,
as I saw wrinkles on your face,
in the willow-stroked lake.
But I was a fool to chase,
and catch a fleeting snowflake.
Time breeze blurs my eyes,
as I see wrinkles on your face,
years after my heartbreak.
But love leaves without trace,
every morning after I awake.
Oh my love,
wandered between your wrinkles then.
Oh my love,
wanders between your wrinkles now.