When I gently depart from this place,

I am not sad, but full of joy.

The golden willows by the riverbank

Are brides in the setting sun,

Their graceful shadows softly swaying

In the gentle ripples of the stream.

The water beneath the bridge

Carries the reflection of the sky,

And the clouds in the distance

Are like a dream drifting through my mind.

I wish to be a part of this quiet scene,

To float along with the flowing water,

Letting time slip away without a sound.

The grass by the bank is lush and green,

Whispering secrets to the wind.

Even the insects here seem to hold their breath,

As if they too are listening to the silence.

I do not want to speak, nor even to move—

For fear of breaking this moment of peace.

I have come to say goodbye once more,

But not with sorrow, only with gratitude.

The beauty of this place will remain in my heart,

A memory that will never fade.

Though I must leave, I carry it with me,

Like the soft glow of the evening light.