The spotted eagle swooped down and accused me. He complained about my rap and wandering.
I'm not tame at all, and I can't translate.
I gave a savage cry on the roof of the world.
The last scud of the day stayed for me,
It leaves my portrait behind the rest, as real as it is in a shadowy wilderness.
It tricked me into steam and dusk.
I leave like air, I shake my white hair at the fleeting sun,
I poured out my body in the whirlpool and drifted in the lace-like sawtooth.
I leave myself to the soil and let it grow from my favorite grass.
If you still want me, just look for me under your shoes.
You hardly know who I am or what I mean,
However, I will still wish you health.
Filter and fiber your blood.
At first, he failed to catch me and continued to encourage me.
Miss me looking for another place in one place,
I'll stop somewhere and wait for you. Here you are. You're welcome.