Lyrics of a traveler's diary in early summer

The rain stops in February, wet the skirt

From the green to the dead

Peeking through the cracks in the wall

Hum, the fireflies wake up

Take the stars into your arms

Reflected in the clear eye

I've seen the alternation of seasons

Put the uneasy mood on the journey

On the eve of the moment of arrival

All the scenery is a surprise

Through the dry mountain, thin water, listening to the wind and spring

Warbler flies over eye grass and climbs over rocks

No matter in a hurry or slowly

Along the way a few strokes or spread

Autumn leaves hover to the ground, embracing the dust and mud

So the mountains and forests were covered by poets

It's written in frost red

When the snow covered the earth

Then he broke the branch and drew a new path

Smoke curled up in the distance

I've seen the alternation of seasons

Put the uneasy mood on the journey

On the eve of the moment of arrival

All the scenery is a surprise

So I wrote this biography in my voice

The spring flowers and the autumn moon change day and night

We'll set out again, North and south, East and West

A volume of private history