A Landscape, Colorful Yet Gloomy

A distorted shadow of a vagabond goes the field bobbing up and down in the sunny and warm spring day’s shimmering air For the flowers in the field are at their best, the birds on the treetops enjoy to their hearts content The upside-down green grass field, see through between hind legs of a fawn who knelt to quench his thirst from the stream where the sparkling water bubbled up from the spring overflows, is the deep blue sky extended to the boundless infinity The meadow, where the colt gallops while flapping his mane in air though they are yet to be grown; the grassland, where the calf follows her mother with the slender and effeminate legs though walk falteringly, is the deep blue sky joined in the horizon laying yonder Although, the flowers in the field and the foot of mountains is sweet-scented and brilliant, and the birds in the woods and the groves are singing joyfully and chirping their day away, why the heart of vagabond who was shoved and pushed by the sunlight, and, now, walks to the horizon between sky and the prairie as a piece of drifting cloud, is so lonely and dejected