
Freshly, lotus blooms burst out of water,
pure and silky as jades, their slender figures
reflected in surface resemble those of damsels,
and petals emeralds only tinged with pinky color;
In vain to count those fragrant lotus petals
blown off by the midnoon wind of summer.
But why, fresh lotuses, are you cracking a smile?
O, must for those old beautiful days with your lover.
pure and silky as jades, their slender figures
reflected in surface resemble those of damsels,
and petals emeralds only tinged with pinky color;
In vain to count those fragrant lotus petals
blown off by the midnoon wind of summer.
But why, fresh lotuses, are you cracking a smile?
O, must for those old beautiful days with your lover.