Camellia's bud

As the camellia's bud in my land
Her cheeks are scarlet in arctic cold,
Like the morning mist of highland
Her breaths are white when exhaled.

The snowflakes on her eyelashes
Are twinkling in the ray of a moonrise,
Snow on her red coat gently floats
Off as we hurry for each other's kisses.

My heart shivers as my lips sought
Her crimson lips under the moonlight,
Snowfall is melting below in the heat
Of her bud, which is amorously sweet.