Yesterday I met a beauty, -

Strange name, surname.

This was from Thursday to Friday:

Fan, night, restaurant, idyll.

We sat across the table across from

We drank tea and watched quietly.

Fan with dragons, on the back

Birds singing trills to us.

A sly look hid a smile;

He took the risk and introduced himself.

The handle is extended, it looks like a fish;

The answer showed that I liked it.

The beauty of the East left a wound, -

This hair is the color of a ripe night.

She left, as if in nirvana,

Dropping a piece of cardboard, by the way.

I picked up the business card, of course;

An idyll arose in my heart.

I will remember this night forever;

Strange name, surname.

The beauty of the East left a wound, -

This hair is the color of a ripe night.

She left, as if in nirvana,

Dropping a piece of cardboard, by the way.