The place changes and goes, like a wind, like clouds
Like the traces of the heart, no halt at the places.
The place is so far away, be far apart
People's hand does not reach, so merely has (the) worship.
The place is a lofty lord, can't meet nobody put on
We will lose the place, so lofty which changes.
Not all were desired, however, we're never sad
Still, there is still the place, far away, far away.
(The wind) blows through the place, an endless, with all
Like the ripple float on the water, it blows as it goes.
The place is no make at all, nothing is shown
Like the sand clasped by hand, it falls vainly.
The place is (a) profound lord, and wear the vain faint light
But we will find it in the place, the hut at which it stands still.
If not concerned with all, it will maintain that no dye
Therefore there is still the hut, it's lonely, solitary.
No halt at the wind, it soars to the sky
Like the verdure (which) meets with sunrise, it grows up as reborn.
The hut has held new one that's different from all
Like the sand castle of the children, but realized with the mind.
The person is a vain statue wear taciturnity calm
Still, we will know a huge flow, it is stopped by nobody.
Soon, the wind wears the snow cloud, will be dyed to snow-white
Summer grass will incline, no sunlight, feebly shade.
The place buried in deep snow, like the collapsing castle
Like the head of the shade, figure will be thrown away
The hut buried in deep snow, it sinks in to the flood
and The "not dyeing" is dyed out, and waits for a oppose one.
Even if all are healed, be gonna no return
There is still the place, far away, far away.
The place changes and goes, like a wind, like clouds
Like the traces of the heart, no halt at the places.
The place is a lofty lord, can't meet nobody put on
Still, there is still the place, far away, far away.
