Deep green lies the grass along the river
Far away the road stretches
A road without end
I dare not think of the endlessness of that road.
Last night I saw him in a dream In a dream I had him here beside me.
Suddently I awoke to feel again his absence.
Far away is he in unknown lands.
I turn away not daring to see his empty place.
The withered mullberry tree knows the bitterness of Heaven's cold.
Others are happy in the loves of their homes.
No one is there to talk with me.
From a far place there has come a guest.
He has brought me the present of a pair of carp.
I order the little boy to prepare it.
And in one of them he finds a strip of paper.
Kneeling down I read it.
The first line says cherish thyself for me
The second line says
Think of me always.