Beyond the river, alongside country roads,

the fragrant grass shines like a sea of emeralds that meet the skies.

The dusk breeze brushes over the willows amidst sweet flute songs,

and in between the layers of mountains, glows the setting sun.

Across the vast skies and borders of the seas

Wander half of those dear to me.

Beyond the fields, alongside motorways,

cars race past like comets.

I ask my friend if I'll ever see them again,

They smile

In this life, the joys of reunion, are rare

while partings often come.

But I will meet him again. I am sure of that.