My friend is living now
among serene green hills
Enchanted by the beauty
of mountains in clouds.
In the green Spring days,
he lies sleepy in the woods;
Dozing as the sun shines high

If you were to ask him
Why live among the hills,
Quietly he would laugh to himself.
His soul is calm as blossoms birth
He follows the running waters
And there finds for himself
another heaven and earth