Luminous cherries, dangling in the air,
The gentle breeze tickles their crimson skin;
Each giggle vibrates the breathing night,
Each tiny heart whispers within them,
Each cherries, a blissful star, swaying.
In the sky, the scarlet moon, mottled with joy,
Glistens her warm light upon those gleaming reds...
The cyan stars stains their shine upon heaven,
On the celestial lawn, the angels hum love songs;
Hanging in the summer night, the cherries begin to fall asleep.
