The earth sleeps covering itself
with green grass and baby crops.
Birds rest on green branches
Praying, bowing to the trees
I've forgotten sweet sleeps,
Since I met you under heaven.
If I left, I was lost in thought,
Wandering till early dawn
My dreams are also thoughts,
Accompanied by missing.
Isn't it you who has nested
In my nights not pitting a thing.
No sleep stares into my eyes,
By making low its pride seem.
How long would I live so,
Concealing you in my dream?
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