The trembling of the ground - my dream. I stand alone on an old bridge. I hear the voices, looking down See the mud water, I am walking… I'm alone on the bridge...
The Autumn’s coming - I feel it. And yellow leaves are on the road. I see the faces looking down. See the dove, flying… I'm alone on the bridge...
Yesterday I had a dream, That many years ago One woman abandoned her newborn child Under the bridge I know, I hear voices of the people Talking in this night in the light of lanterns. In the wind I recognize the crying…
Tremble of the bridge is fear Of looking down.
And sometimes I see a woman Coming to this place. Who is she I can just wonder, I remember - I saw somewhere her face.