When the time has come and I need to go,
I will not forget where northern winds blow;
The field where all the plants, dreams, and hope grow.
And how nightfall sun makes the water glow.
Kites flying with the birds in the sky,
sway of the grass with wind that passing by.
This place takes my life into wondrous high,
capturing every moment with my eye.
Plain sailing life yet fulsome with delight,
lavish goods and chattels are out of sight.
All we have is home and love grasping tight,
being guided by crescent-moon so bright.
The light of the...