At dusk female slender
The grove leads moon.
He looks at the tranquil grove,
Rove, she misses.
Slim young men singing
At dusk heard in the meadows.
The sounds - the sadness and longing,
Sweetheart - in sad words.
At dusk the white rises,
grove, meadows surround,
Cute with a nice hug,
Song in silent meadows.
