Following the same dusty road
Today my childhood runs outdoors,
When footsteps reached the other shores
My dreams and thoughts on blue sky strode.
Falling asleep in clover fields
I ripe gold apples under rain,
My puzzled eyes upon clouds lane
Found newborn stars protecting shields.
Sweet forest hum covers my ears,
Springs turn again their spinning wheel,
Old pitchers with their stories fill.
I soak my fingers in dew tears.
Once I had learned here my first word
Under the walnut in a swing
And between songs memories bring
Same river’s voice can still be heard.