Are you going to somewhere----respect to Scarborough Fair

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