Look look dear,
I contain grief sheer.
In spite of that me a butterfly,
Am I suited for painful sigh?

I am like the red of twilight sky,
I do make black spots into red dye.
I do have silence along with wildness,
Also I retain a skyful loneliness.

Everspring plays in my mind,
Blue bumble bee sings of romantic kind.
You must come to me undoubtedly,
And swim in this river tirelessly.

I am the girl of magicland,
I am the full moon reflecting on desert sand.
This heart blows like spring breeze,
I am the beloved bird chirpping in trees.