A field of wild flowers on the grassland that witnessed the death of the gods
The wind in the distance is farther than the distance
My piano sobs without any tears
I return this far distance to the grassland
One is called wood and the other is called horsetail.
My piano sobs without any tears
In the distance, there are only wild flowers gathered in death
The bright moon is like a mirror, hanging high in the grassland, reflecting thousands of years.
My piano sobs without any tears
Crossing the grassland on horseback alone