I might have promised
To go with you together
To that beautiful mountain trail.

You said on that hillside are tea shrubs
budding with young leaves
And thick acacia trees
I might have promised you to go
In a spring afternoon long past.

Yet tonight by the lamplight
Combing my just-turned grey hair
Suddenly I remember some
Unfulfilled promises some
Inexplicable sorrows.

On that mountain trail
Whether you in your youth
Are still looking for me
Still looking anxiously for me to come.