Do you love me because of duty?
Or to travel such roads,
that the universe has nothing
to make you think or cry?

My life, once built on her.
Soared away like a morning bird.
And I found nothing to gather
but rice-heads in a dry field.

Then, beyond the horizon.
You said one word,
with lips so chilled.
And now men ask me
‘Who are you in love with?’