Tonight I will meet you Tonight I met all the world But it will not meet you. Last summer, a Red hawthorn Cycling as a tall goddess Fear of the mountains like a girl Blankly at the door She will not to me Came! I went through the evening Type of wind to distant plains I will hold in the twilight lone tree trunk Haw! Flash off ah! Hawthorn I want to sit in the morning under your breasts. Hawthorn small and beautiful breasts Goddess in the tall bike In the hands of the serfs We should go out at night