Under the eastern sky
Are blooming poppies
I’ll wrap some before they wither
In the dim light I will think of you
I drifted off in a balmy spring day
Verdant leaves swayed in the sky,
It started raining as if holding them,
The taste of tea laughed…
A hidden brook runs calmly through the field,
Please give me a heart which won’t break.
In the dim light I think of you.
I drifted off in a balmy Spring day.
The setting moon lights the evening sky.
The taste of Tea laughed…