Without her cheery smile
Inconsolable loneliness is my night companion,
I think of her, tilting this wine glass a little
Then, on its crimson surface I see her reflection,
Intermittently it appears and disappears at will
Like the breezes of spring in her beloved hometown.
Your golden hair flows
And your cute eyes widen in the gentlest wind known,
So bringing back her purest of pure grins
Her heart carries the passion through her bodyline,
Thereafter, her lips tremble and her skin tautens
Like just before a bud of pink-rose opens in the Eden.
Oh! Unclosing of this rose
Forsaking everything else I am so eager to see,
So soft that everyone wants to squeeze
Purer than the Southern Cross of Southern Sea,
Her rosy fragrance is irresistible to my nose
Yet, I rather have her heart of love opened up for me.
