1. The time was gracious, and graciously we lived,
Far from the sorrows you felt we drifted.

2. Do you not see the soft spring breeze
Moistening eyes with our wine and song?

3. The lilies breathe their fragrances
Into robes of camphor-white fineness.

4. Tiny leaves grace the slender boughs
And seem like camphor beads thereon.

5. You'd think them pearls just lightly strung
To slay the souls of delicate maids.