English
Some flowers want to stretch out their arms to delay the autumn forever. The spell of winter has not yet come, for autumn will not depart soon. The leaves have not yet fallen, and in this atmosphere I sit and sing. Let me feel You always near. The dullness of winter is not yet here. No mists float before my eyes. In the lotus grove is no laughter or frolic. Amidst this atmosphere I ask myself, "Why do You always say, I'm going, going, going?"
