The Fan Of The Longing

Increasingly I move further away from you
Increasingly the wind speed jump at my longing fan
Increasingly I want to forget you
Increasingly tight the wind that jump at my the longing fan
my feel the longing is unimaginable beforehand for me
Make my heart gulping tight
When I want to Be sound asleep in my night
This longing That will bear fruit love
would this longing fan proceeds continue And changed become the love
Or would the longing fan only proceeds for a moment
Then stop and become the dream