When I climb to the mountaintop
and call out to you,
you ask me to live there with you.

When I come down to the valley
and look for you,

I see your childlike face
in the pond
as the crescent moon.

When I miss you
and call out to you again
you ask me to live in the mountain
with you.

When the gentle breeze
passes through the valley

the strong scent of the flower buds
blossoms like the petals.

When I miss you
and call out to you again
you ask me to live in the mountain
with you.