2022.02.27.
As cranes are flying away
Gloomy morning, sorrowful callsAgain I hear in the distance.
The farewell greeting falls
From cranes in the bleak sky's instance.
Do you recall when in the spring
We used to meet them by the river.
How did it happen, I know not,
That I get to see them fly away
On my own…
On a bright morning in the spring,
With the song of joy and love,
To their old nests above the river,
Again, cranes will return.
Only to greet then upon that spring,
Another to the river you will bring.
How did it happen, I know not,
That with the beloved couldn’t nest
I alone…