I have roamed all the roads,
I have seen past the clouds and trees.
How many memories are worth recounting,
You, O, you; where are you?
I cannot forget your pining eyes,
I understand your quiet affections.
You lead me into a dream,
Yet I've forgotten you in another.
O… my dream and my forgotten one.
O… the one who had my first blessing.
Daily I tend to rambling roses,
In derelict is the quite orchid.