Above the tip top of a mountain high
There hangs a beautiful Moon so white.
She is a girl of affections deep and fine
I stupidly gaze at her every night.
I am waiting for her
to spray all over me her golden light.
I’ve dreamed of for numerous times a desire
That I can take her for a flight in my life.
I will never again make her cry
I must amuse her so that she will laugh with her mouth open wide
I am waiting for her to fall in love with me like the blind
so blindly that she herself will find it a surprise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem