Hero: Dear, where alike the deer's eyes
Here is a letter to you with love
What I am going to write to ask you
This to be loved and with life
Heroine: Dear Hero
Here is a letter with love to you
This is not written by the hand
But, Writes on with my two eyes
Hero: Are you well my jasmine?
Are you cool my glittering pearl?
Is the virgin’s hip was fraile?
Is the walk weakened at the first sight?
Is the colored creeper shaped as the beauty?
Is withered by the chilled wind?
Heroine: If you have been well
Cool and cool if the remembrances will
Is the frailness of the hip is not the nature
Is not the shyness weakened the walk
Is not the colored creeper is womanhood
Is not the truth to down-hearted
Heroine: Dear Hero
I came from teaching a lesson to you
But I learnt a lesson from you
Hero: Has the adolescence is not a lesson
Is the eyesight is not a school?
Both: One is saying and the other is hearing
The night came and the moon also!
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