O My Love

I wake with the sun's rays

My anew sight meets birds

Of the birds of the fields

Of the sky birds

All singing merriments

All in thoughtless carols

And the morning rays

Give them a vision

The cloud is clear

So those that fly

May find path

Whatever path may it be

And light brings cleanness to the field

So that those that float

Those that hop

Those that trade

May find a path

In the field

Whatever that may be

O my love far away from this scene

O love, I miss our careless watch

The birds fly

The birds sing

The bird's hunt

O love, I miss our careless watch