I know how a cedar forest sings
In harsh December storms
And I've slept alone in golden fields
Under bloody Harvest Moons
But my wandering heart
Remembers you:
Like a natural state
More vibrant and free
Or a shining expanse
Of evergreen trees
Like a river runs joyfully
Down to the sea
There is no direction
Except you
For me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is like a shadow, it follows a person