The season of green smoke across the fields

Don't ask me to run away
When outside the sun is shining
When the river is flowing to the season of youth
And the moon is blue in the sky

Don't ask me to go out
When the night wind carries the scent of crystal
Each grain of grass is soft on the rim of the eye.
The pink wallflowers just had their first buds there.
Hear the green birds chirping

Please don't ask me to cross the rapids
Go together to infinity
When the stream begins to sing

The clearness crosses thousands of miles of great forests
Find a response
From the dreamland of old.

Stirred from the bottom of the mysterious cup
I just saw blue smoke
Across the field…!