Spring mountains
Fog about to disperse
Sky clear
stars few
A fading moon
shines on your cheek
We cry at parting
as the day comes up

So many words
but the feeling
strong as ever
Turning your head
to look back
you call over and over
“Remember the Green-Skirt Girl
and everywhere on earth
be tender with the grass”

translated by C.H. Kwock & Vincent McHugh