In the blooming summer
You passed by like a butterfly
Your wings fluttering
fleeting with the wind...
I was a leaf of that tree
the same tree where you lingered
but I was a leaf and I do not bloom
so you just passed by
and landed on the yellow blossom beside me.

Nature wrapped up the yellow blossom
turning the sun-kissed to fire
but you only passed by me again
getting over the yellow blossom you once kissed
and moved on to another blossom
of the same tree
where I was still a leaf.