Winter afternoon hear the sound of the heron. Calling the soul of the countryside to green. The moonlit river waves are sparkling. Spring has come again.
Winter afternoon listening to the sound of the cauldron
Calling the soul of the homeland to green
The river of moonlight shimmers
Spring is here again
The tide goes up and down.
Soft green grass in the rain
The old way has the ferry crossed yet?
Who is waiting on the afternoon shore?
New bridge across new river…
The girl smiled brightly.
The boat is drifting endlessly.
The fisherman sat down.
Wind and water play the melody
The river flows smoothly
Purple hyacinth petals
Caught in the falling xoan flower branch
The old river wharf is clear again
How many smiles?