I lay down on the roof,
drinking the years old wines,
the full moon in dark sky,
somehow resembles you.

You had many admirers,
oh! I was one of them,
which included many strong warriors,
though, I wasn't between them.

Under the plum blossom tree,
the wind that played with your silky hairs,
and that elegant gesture of yours,
gave a sight of fairy land.

Whenever there was a competition,
you would come running with a smile,
cheering for a person,...