# A Love In The Spring


With the first rain of the spring,
Once love did shower down on my being,
I saved all the love inside a rosie peony,
After a while I knew it was all vain,
When, in a strong blow of wind the peony withered,
With each further step you disappeared;
Love and hate both turns into mist,
And the memories hides in the lonely shadow of the crescent,
When we look at the moon in night they haunt;
Those hearts who love more than too much,
Love finds every way to make them suffer,
Though they only wish to be together
with their beloved in this lifetime in the world.

- Nishi