In the forest entwined with the light mist in the early morning, and by the mysterious water lakes surrounded by small bushes, I stood in the dense nettles, dancing gracefully, and those tiny thorns drew beautiful blood lines around my feet.
On the reeds blown by the wind by the water, you turned your back to me and blew the music. The familiar melody was like an ancient legend, washing away the dust like a fairy tale. In that distant place, the desert I first met is still as long and yellow as before, and a dim sun rises above the horizon. I seem to see you sitting high on the ancient saddle of a camel...
I pray softly, when will I be able to dance our duet with you again...