The Breeze Is Blowing Gently
The wind is blowing up gently
To float the hair of the evening primrose
It is going to dust the clouds off slightly
Making the sunset more brightly glow
The lights afar are flashing vigorously
That's the place of my warm home
The violin is singing pathos long ago
Flowing my deep missing into a stream
The boat in the sea is swaying
It is dreaming of a distant sail
The voyage must be the childhood tales
That will be thousands of miles
The night outside your window is getting stronger
It is turning out to be the incense ink
To gather a cluster of grass as a pen when I arrived
To write down the words at the bottom of my heart
Making a sweet poem accomplished here
Also by sprinkling with the fragrance of the tuberose
To spread it everywhere in front of your window
To tell you that is my love arriving home
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