So beautiful story, so beautiful song, I almost be addicted to the whole thing. I see this poetry sigh with emotion, I understand him, Tsangyang Gyatso

   You see or not see me

   I'll be there

   Not sad not happy

   You read or not read my

   Love is there

   Not to go

   Do you love or do not love me

   Love is there

   Not to rise or reduce

   you are with me or not with me

   My hand is in your hands

   Dismay not abandon

   Come to my arms

   Let me live in your heart

   Silent love

   Quiet joy
I call this aestheticism, I like this kind of feeling and experience, Philosophical, a little sorrowful.