Lyrics translation rough



Is this real is this dream,
that I meet you here.
Still mind of mine is stirred,
potion to my ailing heart.
I wish I leave thousand years thus.
Sweet the river that flows,
beauty like a deer yonder.
On the trees yonder hills,
rays of shine slip through.
I wish thousand years thus.

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