Written by The ages are silent
Produced by The ages are silent
As early as the poet's pen
tasted your beauty
there was an eagerness
to see your truth
On a cloudy and breezy day
in a white dress
to enter your world
In the midst of the green mountains
your white is also pure
the fragrance wafts far away
the fragrance of your white is also pure
the fragrance of your white is also pure.
In the midst of the green hills
your whiteness is also pure
the scent wafts from afar
that kind of elegance
is refreshing
you can't help but feel happy
you are dancing in front of you like you are free to go on your own
I haven't been able to let go of myself in this way for a long time
I've closed my eyes and stared at the sky
I've never been able to see the sky.
Smell your intoxicating fragrance
Like a dream
Long stay in the sea of flowers
Stepping on the colorful falling cherries
As if in a fairyland, like a lost
Like your purity, not demonic
Like your elegance, not flashy
Like your fragrance, not strong
Like your atmosphere, not charming
Like your atmosphere, not flashy
Like your atmosphere, not flashy
Like your atmosphere, not flashy
Bee in the acacia flower shuttle
Butterfly in the acacia flower dance
I have been intoxicated in the May acacia flower scent ......