I have gone to the mountain top
To where the treasure chest await everyone
I'm happy I've found the chest
And upon opening it
I've found a pack of cards
I'm not bothered.
All I know is someone someday
Will blossom a chest full of treasure
And when you find it
Don't take it away with you
When you leave,
For hunters will tire not to prowl
under sea or on mountain top
In the clouds or beneath the earth
On every frontiers of valleys or meadows
And I will sleep yonder deaf
But listening to the stampede
Thus others follow until a new generation comes
Still chasing the ageless treasure.
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