Looking at your beautiful face under the moon,
        Smiling eyes
        Make a gift to me of your joyful heart.
        Tenderly you look at me,
        Like fresh flowers your face flushes red.
        The shadows of the trees gently sway
        With the breeze's caress;
        Quietly you press your husband’s lapel
        With your exquisite hand.
        I suddenly fall into the pit of love, and
        A gush of passion wells up in my heart.