You are the only thing left to me
after I have come a long distance
from my hometown..
Now, I am sixty-five.
I will rely on you for the rest of my life
in the time my vision is blurred and hearing is hampered
because you are a beautiful dreamer.
When I dye,
Please bury me in your ground
with all beautiful metaphors.
Outside your window
my spirit will be wildflowers in spring,
my spirit will be a green azure in summer,
my spirit will be a maple tree in autumn and
my spirit will be snow from heaven in winter.
You should light a lamp for a wayfarer in the night
who is coming from a long distance.
You are soothing and comforting the souls.
My friend!
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