Come and see me,
a flower, sweet and pretty,
stands tall like a lotus flower in a summer pond,
fragrant as a field daisy, innocent and free.
Come and see me,
a peach, supple and juicy,
blushes like a girl on her first date,
youthful as a runner in her morning dash.
Come and see me,
before the autumn wind swirls in,
love me like a butterfly kissing its favorite flower,
a gardener tasting his first peach of the season.