My old eyes follow
the mystic shade
of your red waving cape
that’s vanishing into
paper towns

In this autumn, to reach your hands
Don't mind me please,
Look at the old catkin fields
They became white flowers,
Then why aren't you with me?

On this dewy morning
I'll take the night-blooming jasmines
just for you my darling,
Ah, don't feel shy to come alone
in my courtyard with your scarf.

The Togor, Beli and Jaba flowers
are like your beautiful ornaments,
and you're the smelled hiptage.
Oh, the lotus dies in shyness
for your happy smile!

Darling, I will give you
the white clouds of autumn
and the blue of the skies.
At the river on this beautiful night
Let the moon smile on your face!

On this autumn evening
I dream of your soft hands
and some lovely moments.
Or let's walk together on the dewy grass
in the early morning.