Oh wind!
Oh wind, tell me the whereabouts of those who have gone away
Oh black clouds, touching the mountains
Come back, you come back
Upon the tracks leaving the jungle
Go see, maybe there are footprints
In the cold and misty white caves
Perhaps they are waiting, donning the clouds
Softly, in their ears tell them my words:
Come back, you come back
The lakes' waters are becoming dim
The evening's quietness is starting to spread
From where do I grab the sheets of night?
From where do I hold the corner of daylight?
Go near them, tell them my words:
Come back, you come back
Oh wind, tell me the whereabouts of those who have gone away
Oh black clouds, touching the mountains
Come back, you come back
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Post time 31-1-2008 04:29 PM
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