My sadness wanes when I see flowers bloom,
And when I wander on the rainbow meadow
Alone or sometimes with my old good fellow,
Who just like me shuns bustle and ado.

We left behind the noise and the dust tails –
They all subsided! One thing became clear –
This world was built for us to cherish and to fear,
And to discover peace in blooming dales.

I pause my hasteless journey for a moment,
To see a new day bursting into blossom.
But something is missing, something so important…
I seek and cannot find what I long for.

Just like I cannot find the star that has decayed,
I’ll never find meandering through meadows
Among white leaves and stems so mellow
I’ll never find green flowers on my way.