Wandering about (it is bound) to meet (what wishes for) desires for Beyond (the clouds) and the hopes (of the wind) the distant past (seems to become clearer)
Deep within the mountain silence drawing near sways Dimly coming into view, the hazy bridge is calling
The beads of dew glistens it becomes clear the small bird Is protected by the twinkling light of life
Thirsty (it quietly) pulsates (and bursts) gushing forth (flowing) Clearly (it becomes sacred) as earth (trembles) the beads (drop and penetrate it)
As it hears (the small) chirp of the bird (the spirit of happiness) projects back (its echo) (Calling for a whisper of heaven's door) The time when (the light (is set free) again and again (The drops of mystery from the spirit is overflowing) (And is connected to your dreams)