The wild geese are gone, I did not count, The wings have been shown solely to give a sense of proportion. I looked away sadly, Missing their return.
The wild geese are gone, I did not count, I know he won't come back at all. A strong wind blows away, The sound of distant geese.
The wild geese are gone, I did not count, I will still count when they return in the spring. The mournful sorrows that remain in my heart, Let the new ones write again.