On horseback riding over the highlands
The slopes full of buckwheat wash away the season’s bitterness
Passing through thickets without words
The setting sun retracts vision

At this time, I am so full of yearning
To have a companion for a stretch of the journey
And merrily converse
When parting ways, shaking hands
Well-wishes and smiles hanging on the lips
Deepening affection

Much of the time, by oneself
Constantly reminiscing about those days full of joy
While in this place far from clamor
Many people are like me, quiescently
Traveling onwards
On the rugged skeleton of the Southern Highlands