Your smile means the dawn,
The new morning of spring.
Standing in whose shadow I,
Dream with the thought of silent love.
You are neither real nor unreal,
Yet you seem very familiar.
Melt into the depths of my mind,
With a tender affection.
I have not found you,
Yet you have not lost a bit.
You are forever inside my heart, You have remained hidden just that much.
You are in the realm of imagination,
A love letter written.
In whose every word I am tied,
The light of silence is the dawn of the evening.
The ripples of water in a small pond,
Remind me of that childhood.
With an umbrella in my hand,
I walk along the path and,
Talk to the happiness of my heart.