The real flower blossoms, Autumn and May;
Never, never dies, all seasons stay,
Every noble one wakes up, somehow, someway.
If you like to reach a love-searching day
Hold my hand, I will show you the way.
With romance in your heart, a most exciting day,
Whatever your wish, why not say?
We are in Spring; the golden cup is in the heart,
Once you are in it, dare you depart?
That is all yours, you are my heart.
A poem is for me the most romantic art
Which pulls me forward to your heart.
If I cannot create the life-giving art,
I shall lose forever; I shall be a coward -
A dreamless person who never holds the card.
Before the sun, moon and far-away lifeless star
Why don't you search your mysterious heart?