Spring wine

Paradisiac aureola shines softly
Refined-tree’s leaves flow to call spring coming
You. Beautiful and graceful girl look well sad like lily
Wandering scents
Wandering scatter

Yes, drink oneself…!
The glass overflowed by last droplet
My sadness still fall into my glass
The great change of life drifted as if past wind
Lose one’s way of scents slowly dissipate

Paradisiac aureola shines softly
Drink spring-sentiment –
Not to be hurried