All the stars in the sky pale beside a single glance from you,
and all the flowers in the world are outshone by your easy smile.
Among all the stars, you are the romance I hide in the clouds;
amid all the blossoms, you are the love I found among the flowers.
The stars are my companions, and the sea of flowers my beloved.
All the stars pass by, and no one walks the Milky Way with me.
Every star in the sky is you; everything in my thoughts is you.
The bright moon shines as the clouds drift away, casting its light over the world. The stars carry my longing; I fold a willow branch and return, while lonely strangers linger beyond the crossing, and a clear pool holds my sorrow.
Even if a thousand people embrace me and ten thousand love me, none can compare to the sea of stars in the curve of your brow.
What does it matter if I sleep on a beauty's lap and wake with the power of the world in my hands?
I will spend my whole life searching for a tenderness that never fades.
