Red gold pours onto barren land
Aged roots, rotten leaves
From a distance a wanderer called out
Searched in vain for a fateless path
A weeping willow stood lonely
When a cold sun clawed its way into the sultry morning
And when summer gave way to cold nights
And the wanderer still searched in vain
He lay down among its bare roots
While a gray sky cried warm tears
Over all the years
A weeping willow stood lonely
In the evening hours when the autumn rain came
English translation by Chaedrist:< br/>Crimson gold pours on barren land.
Aged roots, rotten leaves.
A wayfarer called from afar,
searched in vain for a path with less fate.
A weeping willow stood alone
as a cold sun gripped its claws into the sweltry morning.
And as summer had to yield to cold nights
and the wayfarer still searched in vain,
he lay down to its bare roots
while a gray sky shed warm tears
over all these years.
A weeping willow stood alone
in the evening hours as the autumn rain came.
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