How Could I Not Think of Him
The sky is scattered with thin clouds,
The hills are undulated in gentle winds.
Oh, my hair is stirred by a sudden breeze.
How could I not thin him ?
The moonlight is in love of the ocean,
And the ocean of the moonlight.
Oh, at such a night of honey and silver,
How could I not thnk of him ?
The petals-brightened stream flows by, slowy,
Underneath, fish swim about, leisurely.
Oh, what are you trying to say, my dear swallow ?
How could I not think him ?
Shivering in cold gale is a leafless tree,
Burning in evening twilight is the prairie fire.
Oh, with the western sky dotted with receding glow,
How could I not think of him ?