The melody of the sound of the whispering wind carries off my drizzling heart.
The azure sky, cleared up, turns lavender.

A dim mirage comes out in a radiant state,
making me wander together with the recollections I'm clinging onto.

The thoughts in the form of caltrop lanterns I collected become my road signs of return.
One single crest is born out of millions of words.
The sound of my running feet turns into a distant sound of eternity.
With these two hands, I begin etching a spiral oath.

In the instant when water bubbles burst, my quiet heart flutters in the wind of life.
The pale blue clouds float in the pink sunset sky.

The swaying crimson slips out of the confining enclosure
and flies over the tiny space between dream and reality.

The caltrop lanterns of thoughts I collected become signs of the path I've been guarding.
One single crest is born out of many layers of motley feathers.
The depth of the eyes of beginning stretched beyond the ends of the end.
With these two hands, I begin etching a firm oath.

Thousands of voices from the heart resound through the faint clouds.
The amber wishes reflect off the surface of the waters.
Rather than hover over my shadow, please go on ahead and wait for me there,
oh the heaven above me.

The pervading thoughts in the form of caltrop lanterns weave into road signs to the unknown.
Yes, one crest is born out of millions of words.
The sound of my racing heart turns into a distant sound of eternity.
With my body, I begin etching all my oaths.