Longing for your beauty
Somehow, it brings me a little more calm and contentment
When everyone gathers around you
They seem like nothing but gaudy, vulgar rouge
I drift along with the crowd
Sometimes I look a little longer at someone's back
Because they have a quality like yours
I turn against the flow of the crowd
And study one passerby in particular
I feel there's a little of your shadow in them
But there are also so many greedy masks
That I shake my head
You once said
There would be no trace of me left in the city
And that would force you to leave
To find you
I went back to the mountains
The peach grove in spring is lovely
Could your captivating figure be somewhere among the trees?
I gaze steadily into the depths of the flowering grove
Suddenly, I see you, and joy floods through me
You wave and call, "Come quickly, I'm right here!"
My heart tightens
And I hurriedly chase after you
You are the mistress of the Peach Blossom Spring
The flower fairy from my hometown
