Red berries blossom beside a rural stream.
I met a young guy and felled in love with him.
But it's hard for me to say it out,
All my affections were spoken without.
He knows nothing about my passion,
I miss him daily under great tension.
Red berries beside the stream have faded,
My yearning for him hasn't degraded.
My passion for him is increasing daily,
I am a lady and how could I tell him directly?
No courage makes me feel at loss,
My dear, please guess my deep feeling across!
