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My dear Nigella,

You're from a distant exotic place,
More mysterious than your own name.

If Helen was worth a thousand words,
Then what words are there to paint you?
Your heavenly smile is sure to humble all the fascinating flowers
Ever grown on this green land.
Your elegance, beyond all description.

When you grace my dreamland,
My sky dotted here and there with sparkling blue stars,

...

Your soothing serene face is a forget-me-not in full bloom
I stumbled across in spring.
Missing the faint fragrance of your youthful body,
I simply pined away.

It doesn’t matter now,
for I notice every light blue petal in the forget-me-not
mirrors your sweet smile
that has been lingering in my mind.

Counting the white clouds one after another,
I left you,
leaving you only a bit of lovesickness.
What worries me most now is your reddened eyes. Your tears are always on my mind.

Counting the maple leaves one after another,
I left you,
leaving only my loving heart to you.
What worries me most now is your distance.
Your loneliness is always on my mind.

When a gust of wind blows me
like a lonely floating cloud,
I have no choice but to travel,
carrying my beloved guitar and a yellow aster.


I want to go far, far away
to an unknown place.
I want to walk for a long, long distance
to retrieve my dream from the past.

I pretend I don’t love you any more
so that I can go travelling,
carrying an innocent heart and a red rose.

...

When trees begin to put on orange and red,

I'll paint my longing for you on a maple leaf,

hand it to the air, and wish

a gentle breeze blow it into your dream!