Morphing

When the cold north wind blows, my heart becomes a sailing ship.

My heart, which is driven by the cold north wind, will someday reach the warm south island.

When sad rain falls, my heart becomes a bud.

If I can think of it as a blessing, my heart will blossom beautifully one day.

When I fall in love, my heart will become a piece of thermal paper.

My fluttering heart will always capture the smile of my beloved.

I am glad that my heart is invisible.

I am glad that my heart does not have a form.

My heart can be something at any moment, just as I am.