The wind,
is blowing your skirt,
You are as beautiful as a fairy.
You look at me with a smile,
shy,
but bright.
The warm sunshine shines directly,
it shines on you like an elf who has strayed into the mortal world.
The naughty wind,
is blowing your hair again,
while you soothe the black hair that blows in the wind,
While holding on to the skirt that was lifted up by the wind.
You are as helpless as a child,
But my dear,
you are the most beautiful.
You are my nymph.