The cradle of ancestors, the cradle of ancestors
Grandpa said that the vast virgin forest is the cradle of our ancestors.
It's interesting. What kind of cradle is this? I can't see the end at a glance.
Our ancestors used to pick wild fruits on these big trees and build shacks; I used to shoot rabbits and light bonfires on those grasslands. ...
Were the children teasing squirrels and picking wild roses here at that time? Do you catch dragonflies and slugs here?
Under the thick green shade, many touching legends were left.
How many innocent nursery rhymes echoed on the wide grass.
Lin Nakakoji, winding, has been extended to the distance where the sky meets the earth.
The wind blows the leaves, rustling, rustling, as if remembering that distant time.
The ancient virgin forest, the cradle of our ancestors.