Listening to the swoosh of the rye and getting intoxicated with sunny aura.
Dressed in flowery dress in shades of pink, I have hidden my memories under a hat.
They are as hot as summer and as wet as rainy days.
They can laugh and cry.
And me, a woman, I’m body and soul in expanse of my memories.
I’m unsurpassable joy and storm in the grass.
I want to draw my thoughts to the earth and the sky.
And to feel love in my lips and care in my hands.
I am a thought, gentle and wild as the wind
that is wreaking havoc in the open space.
A rose is blooming, guard her beauty and devotion, my Prince,
she will never hurt you and her thorns will bring relief.
