Along the path
Red currants of light
The sun through a veil
Sky so clear
Cloud like a hip
In your paper robe
A cup of gold
Near your left wrist
Wavy locks of hair
Smile on her flowery face
Every dawn
A sacred mirror of my life
(Music by Motohiko Hirami)
(Translation by Ólöf Pétursdóttir)
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