Whose smile is it? It’s so sweet, so deep
And so round! Strings of pearls, small ones,
Big ones, all sparkle with innocence!
Emerging from spring, it floats to the surface
Whose smile is it? It’s like a flower blossom,
Graceful, not disturbing a soul!
The mindless, subtle fragrance drifts with wind,
Whiffs over a low wall, and sojourns
In the air
Around the sun.
Whose smile is it? It built this hundred story tower
With unknown birds flying around? Whose smile
Is it? It made tens of thousands of wind bells ring
From the eaves of colored glazes layers
All the way up
Into the sky?