You, girl in pink, I see the delight in your eyes, the ecstasy dancing on your lashes. “Adieus for good!”—I am here to say, as the recollections of the past twelve months swirl around me. The inevitable memories of joyous moments we shared are imprinted on my mind, the first moment you hailed me. I am dying, and I have only a few words left to say. Come to me, for this last moment.
Every second spent with you, come to me now—to enfold the first sunlight of the last winter, the first shower of monsoon mocking my longing, the first jasmine of the garden spurning my request. Come to me, as the apparel of the eve on the sky kisses the peaks, the ebb and flow of the sea play in the full moon. Come, as the radiance of the sun calms the tempestuous sea.
I am dying, with just a few last words to say. Come to me, for every moment that I must forget—raptures of spring, come to me again! Where are your enlivening songs, you birds in the air, searching for the melancholy of my autumn? The specters in the cemetery, give me a moment of clemency. I want to grasp you all, to hold onto what has slipped away.
You, girl in pink, I see the delight in your eyes, and “Kia ora!” I wish you for the last time, cherishing every moment of our journey together. “Adieus for good!”—I say it once more, as I bid farewell to the seventeenth year of your life.