霧
Harmony Twitchell
薄霧低垂,遮蓋山高穀幽;
和我們道別陰天淚在流。
良辰通過記憶編織密咒,
給心新的希望值其揮手。
Mists
Low lie the mists; they hide each hill and dell;
The grey skies weep with us who bid farewell.
But happier days through memory weaves a spell,
And brings new hope to hearts who bid farewell.