Under the withered silver-gray tree the story lies
The legend has it: burn a
Leaf, call out softly and cling to the light
You then will awake in the next spring rain

Fresh out of the cocoon, the body needs to breathe
Fully, inhale and exhale the breath of the misty cloud
The east wind sweeps gently; the mountain is half-awake
Peaceful is your half-asleep face

Wordless. When exposed to the sun
There's a gentle touch of great lightness
Drifting down from the sky like ten thousand feathers
Homeland's guardian angels that fall onto the coast

The whole sky is you; the seeds are you
Talking about the flora and the birds in a warm place far away
The dream isn't about the creeks and the mountains. You said
Love's the way for the world to be bountiful and remain young.

Sunlight burns over snow-capped winter
On your branch, Spring
Brings forth the biggest bud ever seen once in a lifetime
The world reddens as the wind rises