As the thought of her lingers,
Like the scent of the ground after a heavy rain,
Engulfed am I by the longing to set sight on her,
Even for the briefest of moments,

The things that the times are crippling me from doing,
Oh, what I would give for a moment to caress that hair.
To kiss those lips that ooze nectar,

To embrace her body that has a feeling of home,
To transfer the warmth in the corner of my heart to her,
Like a salmon that comes away from winter to join the summer rivers,
I am melting, day by day.

Oh, when will this suffering end?