Oh my flower, the most beautiful reason for life,
With you, the shadows of my weariness drift away.
I love the scent of your childhood shirt,
My autumn eyes—yet with you, I’m in spring.
My gaze is woven with yours, bound by my soul,
This heart grieves the days spent without you.
I love the scent of your shirt,
I love the warmth of your skin.
I love the scent of your shirt,
I love the warmth of your skin.
Oh my flower, in your eyes, in your gaze,
There blooms a lily of love—for you, my life I’d trade.