• The hollowed sounds of the dark fields,
    Among with the moon they glow.
    The reeds blow in the wind,
    As the spirts of years pass sing
    Under the moon and with the hollowed sound.
    The poeple in the forest watched as their loved ones
    Sing one more time before departing
    But mind you they never truely leave,
    For their voices are in the blowing reeds and hollowed sound of the field.