Gazelles, swing full in the wind

Where have you gone, little meadow gazelle? 

The midday sun is twinkling on the meadow.

As well as fountains that pump up everlasting wine.

On the upper east side, I do see rays of sunshine.

You didn't even see that we are both thirsty.

Let us ramble on around the leaping mead

Here together, we lived in hope, and it treated me

Often times with close to heart love and peace 

The joy and love always dont go along with life, 

And every hour of our life can't be a floating light 

Whisper to me who bestowed

you the river side?

The familiar tune, vast field and this river route 

Look how the ruby glass glows in the stone.

Twist of fate keeps you often in great unknown, 

Now my hand hand took the english flute to sing.

Get go with the safe route to escape misusing

The perfume comes from the ground rose's side.

I admire you, glow inside the hill, I do return to oceanside,

I have painted my picture on this meadow sweet 

The field is fenced; come and sow the seed.

'I might recall you in coming spring nights 

Gazelles, swing full in the wind, and the weather is nice.

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