A chilli flower Slightly purple Enjoys with the light time Drinks dewdrop in the dark Derelict on the wall Unsteady among the branches Wonder someone sees The drop on petal? The spring passed The lonely summer Desolate small flower In the dark and light. Why do you let it fade? On that branch A scarlet chilly Tastes bitter and spicy Enjoys the light time. Do you remember, do you? Not a lily, not jassmine Chilly flower only Dying under the tree.












