Old vines cling to ancient trees, dusk crows caw;A small bridge, flowing stream, a homely cottage draws;An old road, west wind, a slender horse trudges slow.The sun dips in the west, a heartbroken soul wanders afar.
Old vines cling to ancient trees, dusk crows caw; A small bridge, flowing stream, a homely cottage draws; An old road, west wind, a slender horse trudges slow. The sun dips in the west, a heartbroken soul wanders afar.