That’s about it. Farewell to the sea,
Farewell to the come-hither peaks
To the whimsical winds, roaming free,
To the sweet-scented, motley fields.
In my dreams will I now envisage
The rainfall of peonies and roses,
The ocean of shimmering foliage,
The bowing unbudded green poppies.
That’s about it. See you later.
My dear land that I love a lot.
A place of refuge where I feel happy
May you be blessed by the Lord.
