Oh please tell me, when will i see again
the sun which illumines my face
the summer's most innocent blossom:
the red, yellow, violet crysanthemums
please tell me, when will i feel again
the silver silk that soothes my skin
the raven hair that falls through my hips
and jewels that give glow at night
because i don't like what i am now
and i linger what i've had before
but can i still be what i once was?
if the present could never be like the past?
