This season I believed in miracles,
And indeed it did happen.
The colors were magnificent, and everything on its way.
The lover of the sunflower was at her age,
Absorbing the sun light and smiling to the only one.
The sound of the shaking by lotus leaves,
Made the arrogant dragonfly hear nothing but it.
Those old acquaintances I hid suddenly jumped across the mountains and rivers, straight into my dream.
Tonight, it would be the distracted thoughts flying.
I brought a firefly to see you.
The moon measured your temperature, but you had fallen in a deep sleep.
There was no peak of life,
But only you were near the high temperature.
The river was long, with the wind, the moon, the flowers and the grass.
Smiled by Lesser Heat brightly,
I was on the way, seeking along.
And indeed it did happen.
The colors were magnificent, and everything on its way.
The lover of the sunflower was at her age,
Absorbing the sun light and smiling to the only one.
The sound of the shaking by lotus leaves,
Made the arrogant dragonfly hear nothing but it.
Those old acquaintances I hid suddenly jumped across the mountains and rivers, straight into my dream.
Tonight, it would be the distracted thoughts flying.
I brought a firefly to see you.
The moon measured your temperature, but you had fallen in a deep sleep.
There was no peak of life,
But only you were near the high temperature.
The river was long, with the wind, the moon, the flowers and the grass.
Smiled by Lesser Heat brightly,
I was on the way, seeking along.
注释:
The Charm, Metaphor of Time


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