September 2021

Arriving at the viewpoint,

Sudden cheerfulness.

The river quietly runs below

Pure and cool.

Perfuming as the orchid 

At the waterfront

In the sky, 

A golden swan is flying high

My bow is ready

Oh let me reach this bird

Let me live till eternalty

Oh the highest ! I wish you know my feelings,

And my love will last forever.

For me to part from you,

The mountains must become plains,

The river must dry out,

The thunder must strike in the middle of winter,

The snow must fall in summer,

The sky and the planet must become one.