The Breeze Is Blowing Gently

The wind is blowing up gently To float the hair of the evening primrose It is going to dust the clouds off slightly Making the sunset more brightly glow The lights afar are flashing vigorously That's the place of my warm home The violin is singing pathos long ago Flowing my deep missing into a stream The boat in the sea is swaying It is dreaming of a distant sail The voyage must be the childhood tales That will be thousands of miles The night outside your window is getting stronger It is turning out to be the incense ink To gather a cluster of grass as a pen when I arrived To write down the words at the bottom of my heart Making a sweet poem accomplished here Also by sprinkling with the fragrance of the tuberose To spread it everywhere in front of your window To tell you that is my love arriving home