1
Let us escape from the crowds noisy
Wander in the wood quiet and smooth
Love is brooded favorably in quietness
Where each tree would keep out of our business
2
You pick up a red camellia bright
You look fresh with your face light
Still as lovely as rose cloud
After the pedals fall one by one vague
3
"It is time to go back, ok? "
"Linger, oh, the flowers pray"
"You hear the night coming, eh?"
"The moon is lit, anyway"
