"Wildflowers on the Hillside"
Wildflowers are blooming, and the flowers all over the mountains and plains
are like lips of spring
facing the sky. A boy sings a song
Who can hear the vague lyrics?
The wild flowers on the hillside, this small, broken color
It is like fragments of time
Flowing out from the cracks of spring, this is heartbreaking The beauty
It’s even so beautiful that it’s a little remote
Wildflowers in the sun, wildflowers in the rain
Growing by themselves on this high mountain
Destruction, no regrets
Who has seen this scene
If he has no comfort in wandering
If he becomes lighter and lighter in pain< /p>
Facing the wild flowers on this hillside,
Who can not be ashamed?
The wind is blowing. The wind is intertwined with
the sound of sunshine.
Who is not whipped with the whip of all creation?
What is gone will be gone forever
And I still have to continue traveling on the earth
Who knows the secret of wild flowers
When They will disappear soon
How can I not burst into tears?