I'll see you soon, under a harvest moon.
When the lilies and cosmos are in full bloom.
Their soft scents carried on the breath of the wind,
When that time comes, I'll see you again.
And I'll not go, although I shouldn't have stayed,
Until the beauty of the flowers start to fade.
And the leaves of the trees gently fall from limb,
I'll not leave 'til it becomes that time again.