In the far east, a flower sprouts,
It is dug up, moved to the nearby north.
Now the flower is blooming,
A true beauty.
As I watch from here
So near, but as unreachable as a star.
She grows more beautiful every day,
A beauty that never leaves me,
Such beauty that I enjoy in my dreams.
Maybe soon I’ll find a way
To make my feelings known, some day.