On the timeworn tree crept with leafless vine, stand two bending crows.
Around the households, under the small bridge, a clear streamlet flows.
On the ancient way, cripples a slim horse, as the west wind blows.
The western sinking sun, so red it glows.
At the land’s far end, on the roaming soul, heartbreak feeling grows.
Around the households, under the small bridge, a clear streamlet flows.
On the ancient way, cripples a slim horse, as the west wind blows.
The western sinking sun, so red it glows.
At the land’s far end, on the roaming soul, heartbreak feeling grows.