For Monica, for you 17
Seven-teen, seven-teen, you are seven-teen today
Seven-teen, seven-teen, what is seven-teen?
A flower bud begins to swell and shows what color when it grows to a flower
That is seven-teen
What color will you be?
The pink of roses with elegance, beauty and fragrance?
The white of a large chrysanthemum with dignity?
The bright yellow of dandelions with strength?
There is no pink if there is no white
There is no white if there is no yellow
That’s how the world is made, you know that
There is happiness because there is sadness
There is pleasure because there is displeasure
There is nothing that can exist alone in this world
You know that, too
You’ll go through happiness, sadness, and all that
But come what may you’ll never buckle under anything
Thousands of miles away, but your grandpa sees you and knows
Your grandpa can feel with you, too, whatever feeling you’ll have
Happy birthday, my beautiful and intelligent Monica, my muse!
You are also strong xoxo ❤
This is the best gift ever from my Grandpa from Japan, AshiAkira.
I have no words to thank you Ashi.
I love you ❤
“Candles in the wind” is what you can admire on my photo blog 🙂