In the autumn pouring valley,
I dream about the sea,
oh, clouds, let me ask thee,
Is my beloved seeking me daily?

The cold wind, the scent of lavender,
my mind runs along with the birds,
feeling like a deer hopping among the herd,
at every moment with you, my heart's havener.

Everyday, emulating the lovers of old,
with the quill and the heart of a warrior,
we weave verses, the cupid's storier,
Oh everyday, cyclothymic heart of Gold.

Oh beloved,...