With a morning glow pink mood, I'm waiting for you under the oleander behind the house
With a touch of melancholy at dusk, I'm waiting for you under the old locust tree outside the mountain.
With the deep sadness of starlight, I'm waiting for you at the small inn at the head of the village.
With the last persistence of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, I am waiting for you in the suspense of the sudden loss of time...