The wind passed by the evening sky and embraced the stardust To the edge of the wilderness bringing back echoes from the valley By the narrow path fringed sagebrush clustered To reward the gift from the day the nocturnal bugs light up night lamps
The path accompanied the kitchen smoke in the evening, year after year Mountain breeze fiddled with the bead curtain at the door, day after day Countless trees of pear blossoms were sent away to pasture by the breeze across the horizon Groups of night herons rested kissed at the lake by the moonlight The night was deep I should be heading back There was no one but the mountains and forests