Once the youngest toad,
Wanted to experience joy of road.
When he reached there,
Neglecting any care,
My gray hair don't prove
That I'm old,
My challenging mood doesn't prove
That I'm bold.
Once the spring will vanish
The sweet scented flower will close its petals.
Do you want to spend precious moments on battles?
The dawn will grow into midday,
Though your softness gives me
Physical strength, that you feel with skin,
Though your embrace generates electricity
That you feel with your chin,