CHERRY

What a beautiful garden and daytime painted
is there in the springtime!
The melody is so soft echoing in the secluded valley
that my heart is going to be peace.
The orioles fly with dancing as if they settle to a nice place.


Yesterday I waited and had a view here for the aurora.
The clothes bedewed with morning tears,
And the leaves whispered like music when I was gliding moving.


It dawns!
The twilight is so bashful behind the branch that
seems to whisper something from her profound heart.