Under the tree of love, affection piling up
Standing beside me, you asked
This trodden dirt path in the apple orchard
Just who could have made it, I wonder?
With your hair having pulled back only recently
Under where the apples grew, reflected in my eyes
The floral comb you wore
Made you seem just like a flower
The sound of rustling leaves, green
Lurking in the shade of the grove
The falling leaves eventually dyed crimson
And our eyes met
Under the autumn tree, affection overflowing
It was the first time I had ever fallen in love
The gentle whiteness of your skin
Paired well with the light red
I tied up my long hair
Returned to where the apples grew
When I saw you there
For some reason, I was filled with happiness
In my hand, an apple
brimming with my feelings
“I hope that my heart will reach you”, with that
I gently handed it to you
Under the autumn tree, affection overflowed
Always cuddled together with you
If this could be called a ‘light red love’
then it must be fragrant like these apples
A sigh brushed my hair
I leaned against your side
You, my love, and even your overlapping heartbeat
Smiled at me as if in mischief
Under the tree of love, bonds ever growing
The two of us walking, locked together
If this could be called an ‘apple orchard love’
Then it is who made this trodden dirt path we walk
And the moment our eyes met; it’s what made me fall in love