Began to sketch
You tinily
Let out a sigh
Enormously
Ripples hit the window, its bundle of light bouncing on the side of your face

My body is an assembly of rain
Your finger is the dappled sunlight of spring
The shadow of the ink splattered on the paper depicts the sides of our faces

I had a long dream
We were on a hot-air balloon
I hope someone from a far country mistakes it for a moon

When I saw that ocean
My soul terribly jumped
You are charmed by the school of white fish

Began to sketch
You tinily
Let out a sigh
Enormously
Rippling line and hesitating trace
Bouncing on your fingertip

I had a long dream
Our hot-air balloon travels
I hope even that star and that sky were actually made of paint
When I saw that ocean
My soul terribly jumped
You are charmed by the color of the horizon
I gazed at the vast earth
Our hot-air balloon travels
I hope this dream is the sequel to the book I read that day

When I saw that ocean
My soul terribly jumped
We endeavor to discover what is past the horizon
You are looking for the school of white fish