By the old temple,
peach blossoms;
a man treading rice.
below the billows
listen to the siren’s song
place your fears to bed
since morning glories
hold my well-bucket hostage
I beg for water
The ocean behind
Seems to speak a lot of things;
We can't understand.
The river flows on,
Though there are murky forests
On its either side.
Life counts everything;
She is such a subtle judge;
There's no nepotism.
I do say "Sorry";
My want of sincerity
Drags me down again.
With open casements,
I can welcome the warm sun
And the starry sky.
Sweet kisses linger,
laughter slips between soft breaths,
love steals the last word.
Ogen ontwaken,
voeten raken per ongeluk,
zo begint het spel.