By the Canal Pond

Beside the lotus pond on a summer night, he looked at the little lotus that had just begun to show its sharp corners, and thought of her figure again. The cicadas are chirping, the lake breeze is blowing, the paper kites are in pairs, and the willows are lingering. He muttered in a low voice: "May I be with you forever" - it would be great if the smile that once appeared in the dream could come to her with the wind and rain.