ON the day when lotuses bloom,Alas, my mind was straying,Unaware of the beauty near,Their petals left unused.A sadness would偶爾 envelop me,From dreams, I'd start and noticeThe sweet scent of the south wind,A hint of something distant.That elusive fragrance, oh, how it yearned,In the heart's core, it did resonate,A longing, a completion sought,Summer's breath, a passionate wait.I did not know then, how close it was,Mine to cherish, to call my own,That perfect sweetness, blooming deep,Within the recesses of my heart, alone.