The blanket of love The young buds have come out wrapped in the blanket of love. Wherever they saw a little shadow, they have blossomed.   Flowing in the intoxicating, colourful, beautiful weather. It seems as if the clouds without any clouds have suddenly rained.   I drowned in the sweet intoxication of seeing your face.   I mistook a light joke for seriousness.   After many days, when we met, I lost all control.   And suddenly, in the midst of conversation, I started thundering.   It was once in a smile, and those desires were fulfilled. Today, with