I ran towards the water ; just to clear the remembrance of my past.
What lies beneath the still ground of trees , as their towering shadow cast.
Dreams of childish fantasies are forgotten and a wisp of clear air forms.
By the gathering wind at the willow tree , you can see the darkening storms.
Sigh of relief ; for the freedom of the chains -that bind us- have exceeded its border.
By this feeling of blissful sanctuary, for this moment I have escaped my warder