Your dazzlingly beautiful face
Walking past this space, the wind suddenly illuminates
What I would see in dreams, and I am moved
Simply gazing
Standing still, you are alone
Your water-colored sleeves are painted softly
So many green trees, where is this place?
I've lost sight of it
Someday, this present moment
Will become a memory
I will never want to forget
Yes, even through the flow of time
Your cheeks are a little red
Looking shy with upturned eyes
Constantly I flip through each page
Upon the white canvas is
Your traced face
My thoughts are driven, this time
Simply, simply...
So your title is "Miss I"
By no means unmet, oh Miss I
Your golden hair attractively
Falls upon your shoulders
What colors can
Form the many layers so pleasantly
Following the emotions
Yes, even using the paint this way?
Your silhouette is just like ceramic
And is also quite famous
Constantly I flip through each page
Obsessed with painting
Your traced face
I cannot do so skillfully, but
Simply, simply...
Your dazzlingly beautiful face
Walking past this space, the wind suddenly illuminates
What I would see in dreams, and I am moved
Simply gazing