Under the Hawthorn Tree

I cannot wait for you for one year and one month.

I cannot wait for you until you are 25.

But I have waited for you my whole life.

I'm so happy to know you...

The sound of the boat siren has finally stopped.

I walk along the path leading to the tree.

Under the hawthorn tree, the wind gently tousles the young worker's and blacksmith's hair.

Lovely Hawthorn, white flowers blossoming on your branches.

Dear Hawthorn, why are you so sad?