Silverberry in my garden bore fruits
As if like a lantern procession of festival
In the shade of piled up green leaves

To hold one of the red fruit in my mouth
It tastes a little sweet and sour
Gone a lot of my old memories away!

Trembling gently gently in the breeze
The dear friends of my infancy recur
Ah boys and girls with bright red cheeks!

You'd passed away long ago, and I remain
Do you know many years' sadness of my life?
Silverberry bore fruits this year again