willow tree will tell me the fortune
if I ever hold him in arms.
if I kiss his lips that are gentle
if I may ever call him mine.
Nights are long, they are cold as snow.
even though summer has come.
I'm betrayed by my own desires.
wish to love ,open my heart.
I am ready to beg any witches
touch his shoulders,look at his face.
Fate is laughing at my poor Soul.
He is the lust - I am asking to have.