Purple trench coat, tied with deep memories.

I rub you into my sight.

But lost in the corner of missing.

The purple pen is full of traces of youth.

The purple diary carries cheerful songs.

I think of you in my mind.

But precipitated in a pool of purple waves.

Oh, light as spring and graceful.

I really like you-

Charm in the light of Portugal

Miss the color of the wind

And weeping willows.

I always fall asleep in the joy of caring.

How many nights?

Have your purple figure

How many flutes?

Have your purple tenderness

Pure and beautiful

eternal