THE WILLOW
The willow under the moon,
with the fresh air and dew.
The wind kiss the willow,
softly and gently.
the dew is the tear of the willow,
the kiss is the love of the wind.
Maybe they have left too far,
Maybe that is only a dream,
Maybe that is not ture.
But that is great
----the willow is the wind,
the wind is me.
That is my sweet dream
----the willow and the wind.
The willow under the moon,
with the fresh air and dew.
The wind kiss the willow,
softly and gently.
the dew is the tear of the willow,
the kiss is the love of the wind.
Maybe they have left too far,
Maybe that is only a dream,
Maybe that is not ture.
But that is great
----the willow is the wind,
the wind is me.
That is my sweet dream
----the willow and the wind.