Like a love that spans a hundred years,

Seeking the June of yesteryears.

The sea rolling in silver-crested waves, 

my life submerged in rainy days. 

Those  afternoons, wandering in the streets,

Saw your silk dress like a dream of flowers. 

Rhythms of love in golden autumns still remembered.

My heart sang melody of Joy and Hope.

At seventeen, the heart filled with dreams of Love.

Those eyes so gentle, those lips so tender..

They're ike the cooling rains in June,

Showering grace upon my thirsty heart.

Old paths still lingered traces of fragrant dreams.

The circle of Love barely completed,

When the seeds of sorrow sprouted again.

Raising my arms, I long for the cooling rain.

Love dissolving with the summer rains.

The worldly life is not like poetry.

Tears of parting wore away stone. 

Heather flowers lost in reverie!

The color of the rain, an enchanting violet.

From afar, she appears, wearing a white dress of purity.

Mountains and hills harbor grudges silently.

My heart’s longing spreads to the far river and the wide sea.

June sinks into a dream illusion.

Rain, rain, falling under the hot summer sun. 

Memories of poetry love stirring in my heart, 

Will it ever, ever fade away?

The poetry love of some bygone June still lingering in my mind.

Wil it stay with me throughout my whole journey in this life?