Maybe you are a fog.
It pervades the river at dawn.
I am just a blade of grass.
How long does it take you to condense dew?
Maybe you are the fragrant flower of Tatar.
Flowers are blooming on the hillside.
I am just a white cloud.
Far from reflecting your smiling face in early spring
Maybe you came home with a full load.
Happiness lies in a quiet harbor.
I'm just a ray of moonlight
Silently shed the gentlest blessing.
In the frost, your flowers disappeared.
I took you away quietly.
Fruits full of hope
Turn into an intoxicating poem in spring