I said - Will there be short stories or novels in my life? When you go to poetry with a smile of mystery. I said - Night dream or day reality? You said very thoughtfully "You will be my imagination I said - love? You stared in amazement. All the wailing of the heart, mixed with the voice, You said - The way the west wind blows leaves is depressing, In the same way from the previous yard you have been depressed again and again in my love