Deep in the bamboo jungles,
A nightingale sings it's melody,
Chanting its surroundings,
And you sit quietly on the clover leafs,
Drawing the swordsman's stance,
Driffting into a daydream,
Relaxing in the bambo shade,
Cool breeze velvety hit your face,
Immersed by the winds grace,
Deep on the bamboo forests,
You draw your world,
On white paper,
Dark lines,
Illuminating your past,
Wondering what you left behind,
In the bamboo woods,
The nightingale sings,
Just for you.