Schoolmates shared a book and gazed at one another,
The fallen blossoms still held a trace of grace,
Perhaps a heart had stirred.
I plucked a peach blossom,
And would not turn to gaze upon the blossoms filling my sight.
When this song ends,
Another year will come around,
The years of furrowed brows,
Shall be met with peace of heart!
Look at the scattered blossoms flying everywhere,
Another year will come around,
Leaning against the railing, I gazed out,
Yet all remained unresolved.
Once more, spring turned warm,
I raised my eyes, full of feeling,
Year after year, it shone so clearly,
How much more than yesterday.
Still lingering at my fingertips,
Was your breath,
My heart broke with grief,
And could not be rekindled.
I wished only to have you, and you alone,
The past had merely come full circle.
Together, plain and simple as wood,
Our zithers and lutes in harmony,
Fine food and delicacies,
Were all I wished for,
To sleep together through the long night!