The bell tower in the chapel
rings seven times to town,
and the evening,
in the beautiful sundown.
Meanwhile the rose bud is beginning to open
showing up the beautiful shades of porcelain
the sunrise also now, is appearing splendid,
there and here, again, throw the enormous sky.
The sky is becoming gray
with clouds color of ashes,
a girl forgot her pink ribbons
around the shores of the lake.