Yonder, black clouds have not yet rolled away,
It is almost the end of May,
Beside the river bay.
In the evening, the mountain rain is on its way.
What are in non-stop play?
Sparrows singing on my bird feeder tray.
No complaint to say and no grudge to spray.
Although I can't see the sun ray.
Tender twigs outside my window start to look green from grey,
A season with many a good day!
Sorrow that haunted me won't stay.
It is almost the end of May,
Beside the river bay.
In the evening, the mountain rain is on its way.
What are in non-stop play?
Sparrows singing on my bird feeder tray.
No complaint to say and no grudge to spray.
Although I can't see the sun ray.
Tender twigs outside my window start to look green from grey,
A season with many a good day!
Sorrow that haunted me won't stay.