JASMINE wa Utsukushiku Chiru

I haven't spent so much time in this garden I found last spring
With fragrance so intoxicating with colors so eye-blinding
Not falling in love yet, I suppose
But I don't mind not living this place

There are dominant colors in here
Roses, carnation, ...
I can't help but missing one color here
From a familiar bush with the most unfamiliar fragrance

I could only see one dangling whiteness among the leaves
Innocence, purity of a soul is vibrant still from the probably struggling spirit
With one blow, a wind could just snap it off of its branch
But it smiles on, it carries on living
Until the wind gave it the last blow

It falls,
It flutters,
My heart pangs,
Autumn is still so far away

Jasmine, it is your name
A picture of pureness a soul

It shows, by no matter how long time goes by
It doesn't wither
It smiles, it grows strongger,
As if it lives forever

I can still smell its fragrance until now
Innocence, purity,
Its contributions for this garden is ETERNAL

11 August 2009
05:17 AM