The first meeting is a March day with flying cherry blossoms,
The tranquility decorated with pink in the spring breeze;
Farewell is the Taj Mahal in the sky full of stars,
Everlasting beauty under the moonlight.
It's your red lips that are as gentle as snow,
Dissolve loneliness in your breath;
What is as beautiful as a flower is your smile,
Shining brightly in memory;
It is your bright eyes that are as clear as water,
There are slight ripples in the lake of heart.
The miracle of meeting you that day
My destiny.
Intention: