How Could I Not Think of Him

  The sky  is scattered with thin clouds,

  The hills are undulated in gentle winds.

  Oh, my hair is stirred by a sudden breeze.

  How could I not thin him ?

 

  The  moonlight is in  love of the ocean,

  And  the ocean of the moonlight.

  Oh, at such a night of honey and silver,

  How could I not thnk of him ?

 

 

  The petals-brightened stream flows by, slowy,

  Underneath, fish swim about, leisurely.

  Oh, what are you trying to say, my dear swallow ?

  How could I not think him ?

 

 

  Shivering in cold gale is a leafless tree,

  Burning in evening twilight is the  prairie fire.

  Oh, with the western sky  dotted with  receding glow,

  How could I not think of him ?