I love you, as the May sun loves
The pinky snow of the blooming apple-trees.
I love you, as the fading sea wave loves
The distant shore, which's far and hard to reach.
I love you, as in night a moon
Is loved by proud ocean, high tiding,
As pond is loved by willow drooped,
As mountains - love mist, blue-coloured.
As echo loves a gorge in rocks,
As lily of the valley loves a spring,
As tears - love a woe, laugh - a joy,
I'm destined all to love you, dear!
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