"The Midnight Fragrance"

It was midnight

When he sleeps so tight

He felt very tired

And wants to rest aside.

Together with the moonlight

Shattered the tears of love

With the season of spring

That feels the chill and strange

The heart bosom of flower

That blooms softly

As it unfolds the sweet sensation

Of pride and incantation

The life of a wholesome man

Beholds the beauty within

The cry of the lonesome lad

Beholds the madness of him

It was midnight love

As it unfolds the mystery

Of the princes' poverty

To the love of a lady.