That day in my corn field I was farming
That day you were passing by smiling slight
with a bamboo basket in your hand right
putting down two water melons on my side
without letting me notice for being shy
In the cities there are many malls
with friuts and melons piled very high
the melons you granted me in the countryside
I have never tasted since that time
Thinking of the past love I deeply sigh
With a voice as gentle as your name
in my eyes you are a real sweetie
When you talk I seem to be melting away
for I am listening to a true melody
You are a little star in the milkway
yet I am the whole galaxy
You fleed the heaven to the earth
for your being quite naughty
Out of my palm and whole sight
I often wondered why
I did not know your whereabouts
and often uttered a sigh
I wondered how to catch you
and carry you straight back
so I cut a piece out of skynet
and made it a small net sack
Carrying it I walked under the sky
yet captured nothing but many a butterfly
Feeling gloomy I untied the little net bag
taking out one planning to let it fly
Suddenly I found you hiding behind the wing
flushing and smiling when catching my eye