The Fragrance of Creeping Grass

Wild grows the creeping grass, glistening with dew.

There is a beautiful woman, graceful and bright.

By chance we meet, just as my heart could wish.

Wild grows the creeping grass, heavy with dew.

There is a beautiful woman, graceful and bright.

By chance we meet, and together find our joy.

He would never forget the light of that day, the emerald rice fields, and the soft wisps of hair at the nape of her neck. At the time, he had no idea that this would become a bond he could never escape.