In the wild, the trailing grasses grow, beaded with dew.
A beautiful one is there, with bright and graceful eyes.
We meet by chance, just as my heart desires.
In the wild, the trailing grasses grow, heavy with dew.
A beautiful one is there, graceful and bright-eyed.
We meet by chance, and together we find happiness.
Though he is a noble young master, he has always longed to roam the martial world as he pleases. It is only after meeting her that he comes to understand the heavy responsibilities of family and country.
