Song of Spring
Last night mists fell blissfully.
Below the hills
A solitary bird flies all night
Singing ruefully, drenching the sky to tears.
Morning,
Trees-forests, the edge peaks of the Chain Mountains
Like the ‘Night-queen’
Small flakes of snow fell on them.
A solitary bird’s
Voice enchanted the spring to dawn!
Her soft wings
Could wipe the veil of mists away.
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