Meet me by a crystalline stream

Standing by a crystalline stream:
all sorrows forgotten, like a faded-out dream.
The water is fresh, the air is clean,
high in the mountains, so tranquil… so pristine.

Hear the wind between the bamboo;
smell the sweet jasmines in the breeze passing through.
The trees are like jade by the pearly white shores.
The river is turquoise, the sun is like gold.

See the colors in the wind passing by,
as the eagles soar through the vast azure sky.
Meet me by a crystalline stream;
the world is forgotten, and life is a dream!