As I was young my mom planted some flowers In front of our old wooden house in springs In my memory they were peony, China rose… However what I loved the most was tuberose
In summer night it's a nice time to me You could sit in yard to listen the night birds Singing on cliffs, insets singing in bushes And look at the moon moving in night skies
However, while your heart was beating at pace With insets singing and in the sudden From nowhere floating a rays of fragrance In the moon a bunch of tuberose blossoms
As these flowers always bloom in moon nights Your great poem may be living in its fragrance
