Are you going to somewhere?
Beautiful flowers and lovely birds
Sweet spring’s flowing in the wind,
Please wake her up and tell my words:
I’ve been waiting in every spring,
The wind is hard and the field is dark,
No flowers blooming in my eyes,
I am always dreaming of her touch.
I’ve been waiting in every summer,
Blind in the sunshine and awake in the night.
I have no hearing and no taste,
I am only hungry for her smile.
I’ve been waiting in every fall,
No sweet apples no golden sight.
I can only see the falling leaves,
Just like my time flying by.
I’ve been waiting in every winter,
No bright snow no happy holiday,
I can only hear the wind blowing:
Where is she, where is she?
----------To show my respect to Scarborough Fair;
----------To express my dream of love
Jan 21, 2009