The blue water of the sleeping room

No one else today, the blue water of the sleeping room,
At midnight on the cold verandah in the lamp of the gods
The wind plays in the hands.
Think quietly today, gentle waves tonight,
Big lonely tree, who do I go to sometimes,
Shaded waterfall over the sleeping room,
The wind plays in the chest.

The two of them side by side, sometimes there is no passer-by,
Now let the gods see the world,
The sound of footsteps in the dew is distant water
Only the wind blows.
There is no one else today, sometimes I go to someone.