Innasfri i.
I'm leaving for Indonesia.
Build a small house and a mud house.
Set up nine rows of kidney bean racks and one row of bee nests.
Living alone, listening to bees singing in the shade.
I will find peace, and it will slowly fall.
From morning dew to the place where crickets sing.
The sun is shining at midnight and purple at noon.
In the evening, the cardinals' wings are flying everywhere.
I'm leaving, because I heard.
The sound of water beat against the lake day and night.
Whether I'm standing in the driveway or on a dark sidewalk.
Everyone hears this voice in their hearts.