Looking for a fresh tree

If you truly love me,

I will love you equally.

But if you diminish

your affection for me

I will not inquire

or pursue you.

My affection for you

will gradually diminish.

I'll change and look for

A better person.

A fresh tree.

A fresh tree that will

not simply die,

it will give me its shadow,

and it will take your place.

Even when the sun sets,

the same tree will

stay fresh next to me

regardless of season.

When you get back

pretending to love me again.

I will remind you of how

you left me in the desert.

I'll remind you of that day

that hour, the minute 

you abandoned me.

I'll remind you of

how I was left thirsty

in the desert

looking for water and

a tree for its shadow.