The midsummer moon has at night
In the rosy dim a dream knited
In which I lying in your chest
Hear your blood brook fluctuates.
Is there a wave for me agitating
With a love eager and romantic.
Hugging in my arms your neck,
Your pulse I affect with fingertip.
Is there for me a moment
uprushing in your sweet heart
like surge a surgent movement
longing to cover my body soft.
Holding me in your hands tight
You inhale my breath hot
Which with fire desire bursts.
Your tongue searchs in my lip
A yearning affection flood like
Breaches the solid dyke
Submerging me deep, deep……
From the deep dream I wake
Looking at stars twinkling bright
Which sing in the hazy silence:
"Also in dreams he you waits.
Though the chance he will you visit
Is far away from possibility,
Dreams are always more poetic."
With this song's lingering music
around my ears I fall into a silky sleep.
Tears mirroring your face sweet
Roll down my soul as translucent,
quiet and bright as the moonlight.