In the fields of fragrant flowers, I see Mother’s supple silhouette shimmering with the soft sunlight. Her hair tied with peony barrette; Sweet smiles radiate at sight. The sentimental scents of myrrh Wafts from her body; my eyes gleam; I run towards and embrace her. Is this a dream? Is this a dream?
In the fields of fragrant flowers, This time and space is of great blest- I wish there was no tomorrow. For months I have been left bereft. I tell mother of my sorrow; I wish to be with her and roam Away from life’s chaos and gloom. Return to the land of our home, And see orchid blossoms bloom. I ask mother if I could stay; Thousand tears cloud her gentle eyes; She kisses me like rainy day; It is time to awake and part!
My heart weeps with the wintry wind. Her spirit; many miles apart. I am alone and left behind To face this world’s reality. Must this be my sad destiny?