Sweet roses blossom once more.
The gentle fragrance is an allure.
But where is the one I have been seeking for?
The hesitation to pick a flower is what I can afford.
Sweet roses blossom once more.
Covering every corner of the flowerbed.
But where is the one I have been seeking for?
Thy far-reaching song echoes in a melodious form.
Sweet roses blossom once more.
Leaves conceal nothing of delicacy and charm.
But where is the one I have been seeking for?
Thy hair is shinning against luster of blossoms.
Sweet roses blossom once more.
Much wonderful than the year before.
But where is the one I have been seeking for?
Thy lissome curves is passing the fence of bamboo.
Sweet roses blossom once more.
Awaiting in grace against the windstorm.
But where is the one I have been seeking for?
I see thee leaning against a post in a remote fairy world.
Sweet roses blossom for thee.
Sweet roses wither for thee.
To blossom and wither in a single year.
But where is the one I have been seeking for?
And when will I have an opportunity to present the rose to you?
I sigh. What shall I sigh for