Will Spring come on the lost land?
Will Spring come on the lost land?
Now belongs to other. Bathing in Sunbeam,
I walk like day dreamer
To the end where blue sky drops on The green field, cleaved road in
Rice paddy. Heaven, ye now hear
This path once I walked was not in Solo.
Heart’s choking,
Tell me I’m Coerced or compelled Wind cheers me
Not to stop in marching. Skylark
Beyond the cloud smiles as if cute
Lassie over the fence.
Full grown Barley spread in the green field.
For the sake of thankful rainfall
Through the midnight last