Freshly, lotus blooms burst out of water,
pure and silky as jades, their slender figures
reflected in surface resemble those of damsels,
and petals emeralds only tinged with pinky color;
In vain to count those fragrant lotus petals
blown off by the midnoon wind of summer.
But why, fresh lotuses, are you cracking a smile?
O, must for those old beautiful days with your lover.
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