The rain passed leaving the sky with a colour of cyan
The cherry blossom acknowledges the spring by a song
a sound of flute painting the landscape with love and loan
dear, the debt only paid when you are back from far far along
Out of the Flute
The rain washed the sky into clear azure,
Each of cherry blossoms is a spring singer.
A flute sounds out over the hills and waters,
Calling thousands miles away my lover.