My dear, here
  Every evening I watch the opposite sun
  In its ending red peony sleep;
  And the colorless moon.
  And the nameless city.

  Here, always thinking of you
  From its peony awakening beginning;
  With the running water
  And the lit cities.

  Here, it is you who laughs
  In a smile of a green eyed serene stroller,
  Waken up from her sweet night dream
  With colorful clothes;
  And that thoughtful dawning glance

  Like the crack of dawn
  Like always pure
  Like always, I am thinking of you.