By: Amoureax Amant
In southern mountain filled with bananas,
beauty blossomed more gorgeous than flowers,
waiting for her husband to come back home,
whose lovesickness condensed mountain blossom.
When amber lake filled with blooming lotus,
and chirps of birds echoed with cicadas,
husband would come back home like birds in dome,
whose face was like days before still handsome.
Lotus blossomed as gorgeous as beauty,
fading in moonbeam like passing fancy,
as though beauty would fade like white moonlight,
as moon decreased moonbeam night after night.
Beauty like lotus blossomed in moonbeam,
waiting for husband who came like sweet dream.