If I have been in this world, who will remember it?
My grassland, my herding horses, me and your sunset.
Listen, water, clear gurgling in the years you left.
Many years later, I will leave too.
And you, at the other end of time, are you still a light horse and a beautiful woman?
In the shadow of the afternoon, I listened to someone's song over and over again. But, Jin, why does your voice only stay in my mind. At the other end of the years, I can't see you. You and your white clothes are secrets that I will never be able to see clearly.