Dust scattered, swirl.
Draw your young face
You,
No fat powder
Peach and plum grow, wave after wave.
Bathed in your endless fragrance
You,
Don't wear flowers
Time has changed your youth.
You still pile your hopes on that.
Carefully hide behind the chalk.
Sweat drowns your fragrance.
You still put the treasure in that tree root.
On the persistent pointer
When bright flowers are in full bloom
When peaches and plums are fragrant
you're beautiful
The song of youth is singing loudly.