The last glimpse of these dense woods
The last sip of the river’s crystal clear water
The last song to listen from the cuckoo
The last fruit to taste from the fully grown trees
The last fragrance from the beautiful flowers
The last hummings heard from the bees
The last view of the pale blue skies
The last meet to my fellow villagers
The last step on this ground

After this Last Visit,
I’m off to the city in search of job
It’s been years but whenever I remember my village,
I just can’t stop to sob.