I have a shade of thick fir-trees
at the foot of the high mountains.
The summer of distant plains,
come back to us one day!

I have a shade of scented pines
at the base of mute peaks.
The sun of the distant plains,
come back to us one day!

I have a shade of silver jaspers
past glistening clear streams.
Grasses and mosses of the far plains,
come back to us one day!