In the atmosphere resembling the sugary sweet waters
I’d announced to you, that the tones of the butterflies
Had found a dress in a warm color
On the waist, there is a cunning little snake
On the shoulder and neck, a tongue that talked sharply
Slowly, gently, rolling along on the lotus leaves
Like the color of the moon in your dreams
And so, this, is still very beautifully written, isn’t it???