Quietly, meekly rain hits my sight Soaking the sadness of the misty day Clouds in my soul, the glaze of white Stretch across in the distance of light gray: Like ripples, so tender, so gentle, so shy
My cleanliness, the pure blue from my eyes Gently breezes greens, your greens with butterflies Quiet fragrance overwhelms surrounding nearby I see iridescent rays sketch beyond eastern sky: The countless colors, such a coinciding surprise
She turned around with smile, elegance in her face Just like Spring hovers over Summer in my old river shore: I know chrysanthemums are waiting for me, with her hidden lace Neither noble, nor humble, ever blooming, never wither and fall
