The stream of the past
Reflects the beauty of the past
But the memories have long passed
Even the still waters have ceased
Flowing amidst the forest
The birds have abandoned their nests
They have flown to the eastern side
The sailors of the stream
Have left their boats
All are escaping the predator

The sunset is blemished
The horizon is pale
The beautiful scent of flowers
Has vanished in the site
The place has long changed
Even a century has not elapsed
The clusterd villages
No longer exist
All have escaped the predator

The tranquility is lost
In the finding of new
The era is evolving
The era of industralization
For the natural beauty is gone
gone with the winds
gone forever