The places I have walked are called journeys

So I had a great time on the trip, but sometimes I was hesitant

I was reluctant to throw it away

Every mountain I've ever seen

A little white rabbit lives on the mountainside

A small farmer's house living in front of the mountain

Cooking smoke curls from the chimney on the roof of the farmhouse

It has the smell of steamed rice

The smoked black one,

A bamboo tube woven from bamboo boards

He would have cut the hands of the basketmen

How many traces were left

The places I have walked are called journeys

The journey was pleasant, but also sad

I'm afraid of this farmer

I'm afraid that the farmer will suddenly grab my hand

Don't let me continue my journey

I was scared of parting

I don't want them to see me leave

What if his little farmer returns?

Then he'll weave me a basket

Do I want to be happy or sad

If the little farmer's shoes were worn out by stones

My clothes were torn by tree branches

I can't help but take off my clothes

leather shoes

No, then he'll have to weave me a dress,

Yes, it is made of bamboo

And shoes

It is also made of bamboo

Then I won't be sad

I'm going to wear clothes made of bamboo

Shoes made of bamboo

Continue my journey, trip!

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