Internet Connections in the ’80s and ’90s

Through a sea of flowers I glide, their fragrance clinging to my clothes and shoes,

Among the orioles and swallows, all are bewitchingly beautiful, hidden in ordinary homes.

My beloved, adorned in pale robes, returns to my dreams, where I yearn for my love.

Since ancient times, love has left only regret, while streaks of tears conceal a heartache no one knows.