Day shed to milder gleam
Me and him sat near to the silent stream
The trembles of the soft echo from the church bell ring
Birds still awake from a long sight sing
Cold wind blown from the aged trees
Flower fragance along with the swelling breeze
Silently swinged my hair
Let resoulte to the place where we were
The words we supposed to speak disapperaed
Only spechless between us apperaed
