First Crush

Good luck! No need to

I wonder if it will ever be entertained

In the deep voice of my soul,

When you know who you really are.

You inspired my pen

So that I can sing the song you remember,

You are in my palm

Has first dreamed a dream.

Forgive you for saying that

You are the god who inspired me,

You opened up my feelings

Of the secret and the first door of affection.

But sin is the work of suffering

You will count as you love

And if my temper makes you angry

I would count it a dream.