Once you cram it,
Magical singing of birds sounded,
Collected handfuls of strawberries,
Summer treats so generously.
Plucked a bouquet of white daisies,
With a tremor of the heart bestowed,
You love my bird.
You I gently kissed.
Years passed and we matured,
A gray fog had already touched her temples,
And the nectar strawberry summer
And still drink from your lips.