The Girl Sitting On a Fence

The cool wind whistles tonight, the rosy moon and her light dances amid the green trees, but my mind rebels and flees to the girl sitting on a fence with the sunset on her face. An orange carp leaps on the air, swimming with oriental flair, the shinning pool respites again and I wonder about the day when I see the girl sitting on a fence with the sunset on her face. The pages I flip back and forth, the weather is fickle on the north, the sun shines on the south, All I fancy is to kiss the mouth of the girl sitting on a fence with the sunset on her face. I am awake and now it is lost, may I dream again and host the green fields where I hide, having always on my side the girl sitting on a fence with the sunset on her face.