After the dripping of pearl-beaded rain,
dawn settles on the sleepy riverbank.
One's eyes sees the faraway bamboo forests
While the shifting of banana leaves form a chorus.
The cold winter used to sweep and form frosty domes
And the swallows of spring sing their longing for home.
As a small wooden boat goes past
The willow-bark paddle casts
Splashes of crystal-clear water
Sprinkled with petals of blossom.
Drink a small sip of fragrance
Reminisce the past.
Sing, and hear your words
Bounced back by the mountain's mindful chords.
Letters from last year are read: "Dear..."
As eyes shine and there are droplets of tears.
Besides the riverbanks of dawn
As the mist clears
What could one possibly hear?