To the east end of vast field 

where old legends were told, 

a streamlet was meandering 

and spotted oxen were lowing peaceably 

their lazy golden calls...

Such a place.. will ever be forgotten even in a dream?

When ashes in the clay brazier became lukewarm, 

sounds of night winds ran across from the empty fields 

and aged father dozing off and on 

trying to raise his straw pillow up and straight...

Such a place.. will ever be forgotten even in a dream?

My heart grown out of dirt, 

yearning for the sky blue colors.

was looking for an arrow shot haphazardly 

in the grassy, dew strewn wet field...

Such a place.. will ever be forgotten even in a dream?

Dancing like night waves in the legendary sea, 

her dark hair blown away, my baby sister 

and plain looking, not so pretty but always bare footed wife

were gleaning grains with hot sun light on their backs.... 

Such a place.. will ever be forgotten even in a dream?

In the sky, stars far apart 

moving toward the unknown sand castles,

and autumn crows flying croaking sadly 

over poorly thatched roof and around the dim candle lights, 

sitting closely, we 're humming with stories shared

Such a place.. will ever be forgotten even in a dream?