To the dreaming daffodil

On the frozen earth now

 Where is the road to winter awakening

Firmly, a sad flower

Booth is waking up from a short sleep.

 The loneliness of love that you want to be deceived by

 Glad to see my wait

Han Song replied that it was a daffodil

It is blooming nobly.

Before I knew it, on the surface of the water in that corner,

 Petals shining in the sunlight

Even the Amazon has become a mystery

It’s so fragrant.

 The passion that endlessly admires oneself

I still can’t stop loneliness, but

 While looking at the mirror-like surface

Insist on eternal “narcissism”.

Fortunate or lucky

The deep yellow of the daffodils is full of love

By the river where the years are walking

I am standing.

However, just a little closer

 Like the legend of March building a ford

 As my dreaming lover

 I just hope you will come to me.

Now even your self-love

 Whisper that I want to have

Drawing it as a ripple that rolls on the surface of the water

I will convey my endless pleas.