Airborne Green upon My Robes

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Following the clear stream into the mountains

White stones reveal a faint gleam

Water gently winds around the stones

The wind brings the chill to my side

How many red leaves remain on the branches

Lighting up the hills, patch by patch

[Pre-Chorus]

I look up at the sky and see no rain falling

Why do my sleeves seem to hold a chill

[Chorus]

Gently wear the mountain colors

Let this stretch of the journey be less hurried

Not a drop of rain falls on my shoulders

All the verdure before my eyes turns into coolness

Leave a few red leaves to brighten the hillside

In the silence, I slowly look back

[Verse 2]

The little path winds into deep green

Pine shadows spread a fresh layer of coolness

Peaks near and far lean together in silence

I lighten my steps and hear the water

Do not read loneliness into the scattered red leaves

And deep green stretching into the distance

[Pre-Chorus]

Reach out to catch the forest's fresh breath

Only then do I know the mountain colors have come to my side

[Chorus]

Gently wear the mountain colors

Let this stretch of the journey be less hurried

Not a drop of rain falls on my shoulders

All the verdure before my eyes turns into coolness

Leave a few red leaves to brighten the hillside

In the silence, I slowly look back

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]

The stream's surface holds the color of the sky

The shallow water reflects the shape of clouds

A gentle breeze passes through my sleeves

Leaf shadows sway with the ripples

Even without rain, it feels fresh and moist

As though a mountain spring were flowing through my heart

[Bridge]

The white is stone newly exposed in the stream

Red is the last light on the branches

Green travels from distant mountains into my eyes

Then spills once more from my eyes across my clothes

There is no need to reach out and hold autumn’s colors

Just let your footsteps rest a while beside the road

Listen to that clear stream flowing on

Every bend holds an echo

[Verse 4]

In the mountains, no words urge me to hurry

Only the clear breeze comes and goes slowly

I have gazed upon a branch with scattered red leaves

Then gaze at the endless green across the mountains

Now I walk deep within the lush green

My heart follows the clear breeze into the distance

[Final Chorus]

Gently wear the mountain colors

Let this stretch of the journey be less hurried

Not a drop of rain falls on my shoulders

All the verdure before my eyes turns into coolness

Leave a few red leaves to brighten the hillside

In the silence, I slowly look back

[Outro]

No rain on the mountain path, the sky is clear and bright

Clothed in airy green, bathed in coolness