Ode To a Maple Tree
The sweet wind swings white fog
The dew drops away and turns to be slippery
The leaves of maple trees are as red as fire,
They are shining in Girl's eyes
At the beginning of the heart of the clouds
The thin gauze skirts make branches straight
Like long hair flows into a waterfall
As soft as the willow drifts,
Spilling into the horizon light of the river of time
Long live youth! Hooray Long live Youth
I am willing to be the mottled birch trees, to protect you
from the wind and sand
I would like to block the wind and rain for you as well
For I am right in a moment that I fall in love with you
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