A rest in luxuriant woods on hills
Pine nuts drop themselves and so do flowers
A stream drifts back and flocks of deer
The chilly wind will be expected over for a while
I am brave enough for the most of time
Putting a lady bud in my arm on the meadow
And I am the master to keep the sunset slower
Even if it could be blocked between two hills
I would not let it slump by my side
Till the leaving plan I decide
