It is often when the sun declines that you look at it. 
He, sorrowful, knows that, if he shrinks, you love him. 
We arrive late sometimes 
without knowing that sometimes 
the fragile art of a simple gesture could tell you that... 
Just like this, I let you let me; 
just like that, I'll let you leave me now. 
I have, for you, a nest in my tree 
and a white cloud, hanging from some branch. 
very white