There's nothing really

worriable

I promise you when the fog clears

I'm on my way

Through the plants full of fresh tea and acacia

I know after the trail

The road ahead will pass a grassy slope

Straight to the top like I know

Life must pass from beauty to decay

So if I'm on this foggy corner

Hesitate a little or write occasionally

A poem about love

There's nothing to worry about, you know

Some offers in life should not be forgotten

I already promised you I'd wait

Only the fog clears