I don’t know how many eyes you have,
what is going on behind them,
or how beautiful just detecting light and not seeing or differentiating colours is.

I don’t know whether you can survive enough to turn into a moth,
take yourself off the ground,
and fly freely in the air.

There are many things that I don’t know about you.

But I know one thing,
that I have been deeply impressed by your beauty since I met you.