what is more beautiful, my love
love lost or love found?
don't laugh at me , my love
I know it , I am awkward and naive,
when it comes to love,
I ask questions straightly out of a pop song.
This doubt overwhelms me and undermines me, my love
to find or to lose,
all around me , people don't stop yearning.
did they lose or did they find?
i can't say.
An orphan has no way of knowing.
An orphan lacks a first love.
The love for his mama and papa.
that is the source of his awkwardness ,his naivete
you said to me, on that deserted beach in California,
you can touch my legs.
but i didn't do it.
there my love, is love lost.
that is why I've never stopped wondering, since that day:
where have you been?
and where you are now?
and you, shining gleam of my misspent youth,
did you lose or did you find?
i don't know.
and i will never know.
i can't even remember your name, my love.
and i don't have the answer.
but this is how i like to imagine it , the answer.
in the end, my love, we have no choice.
we have to find.
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