Toes rise with the melody,
Look for notes with both hands.
Standing by the lake of youth,
Listen to the melody of fallen leaves,
Smell the damp smell of the soil,
Look at the ripples of dragonfly flying.
Indulge in the bud of youth,
Speculate on the sweetness of youth's future,
With sadness,
With worry,
Waiting for the news that it is dying. ...