Wind is blowing

The blooming flowers are flattering

Our sweet memories are flirting
Do you have the same troubles?
I am standing by holding them.

Now white clouds are moving north

Here come fighting dark clouds

They are pouring on me to cool my temptation

Please, come and hold my flying hair and cloth

My faith jolts between the whirlpools of temptation
Your fearless purity can save me from the whirlwind,
So even then you need not love me just assist me

from possible loss of my sustained courage  

My feet are painful and weakling by hold on a post
the wild wind swings my body, loosening my grip 

it will throw me to the deep sea of temptations  

Please come to save me without guilt for life.