At the place where, a noon's heat begins,
I clench your hand tightly, I've never seen such a sight
Under the blissful blue sky,
Tall limbering pine trees sway in the wind. Staggering cedars rustled by a breeze. Pine needles coat the ground, making for an open woodland. In these woods there are no obstructions like boulders or shrubbery. The needles alone blanket the naked earth.
Don't cry for me when I'm dead and gone.