Ridgeline, Yurim
Where the silver grass that lay in the wind has risen.
My steps lighten without my knowing.
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Shimmer
On my walk today, I noticed the grass that had been blown over by the wind was turning its head toward the setting sun.
Beyond
The spot where the silver grass that lay down in the wind has risen, a shadow at dusk standing at the end of the small path beside it comes to mind.
Alongside
Where the silver grass that lay down in the wind rises, my steps lighten without my knowing. I remember an afternoon when dry blades glistened in the sunlight.
Breeze
On an afternoon when sunlight reaches the floor, there was someone walking with their shoelaces untied. The wind brushed past the laces.
Late Frost
When the wind passes through the roadside grass, I find myself turning my head without thinking. This afternoon, I remember how the sunlight lingered on the tips of the grass.
On my walk today, I noticed the grass that had been blown over by the wind was turning its head toward the setting sun.
The spot where the silver grass that lay down in the wind has risen, a shadow at dusk standing at the end of the small path beside it comes to mind.
Where the silver grass that lay down in the wind rises, my steps lighten without my knowing. I remember an afternoon when dry blades glistened in the sunlight.
On an afternoon when sunlight reaches the floor, there was someone walking with their shoelaces untied. The wind brushed past the laces.
When the wind passes through the roadside grass, I find myself turning my head without thinking. This afternoon, I remember how the sunlight lingered on the tips of the grass.