Your name is like a blossom
That comes up in the first day of the spring
It is a shining star, at the heart of blue sky,
That gives light at the darkest winter night.

Your name, the nicest song the birds sing
A designed leaf, yellow and dry,
Giving me a beautiful joy.

My innocent thoughts demand me
To write your name on my hands
On papers, notebooks, books,
On my table.

But no!
I must keep it out of sight.