Rain,

Quietly walks over the waters;

Damp springs,

Weeping loud,

Runs over the fields

And refuses to marry summer.

On a muddy village path,

two kids are going to school;

Their pants

Are rolled up high.

That night,

Dust

Blocks the bright eyes

Of all stars;

In the dust,

Only the Great Wall

Is still dancing.

Deep in my heart,

The Lord and I

Quietly care for

Flocks of

White dreams.

The Lord is my shepherd;

In there,

There is no rain,

Nor wind.