The Roses at Early Winter

The flowers on the bed of the love hotel is beautifully blooming,

Yet the roses, mistaken about time, don't together in their splendor.

Tonight, on the street, the neon sign is splendid and even the redder

The flowers on the bed of the love hotel is beautifully blooming,

Once realizing, ending at once, by secret love they've blinded to bender

As if there were no tomorrow's dawn, the wrongs they're committing

The flowers on the bed of the love hotel is beautifully blooming,

Yet the roses, mistaken about time, don't together in their splendor.

(May, 7^th, 2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)