I am the Gu Shu of again and again of a bruise Grow in moor alone I receive the descent of far and near Back still brawny and erect
How many years I am silent look down at this wasteland Alternate of calm view the four seasons, change of seasons I use the tender grass below foot of shelter of branches and leaves The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches that use a tree maintains tilting sky
Just rise when the sun when I feel its warm shine on When spring breeze is swayed gently I feel the breath of that life
Actually I also have my loneliness, my anguish The night with lunar black tall wind, who can hear me cry But bird people love the incubate between the branch in me Daily in tell me each distant story |
Orignal From: The Gu Shu in moor
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