The Indigo River Flows,
Whistling, A Merry Train.
Golden Leaves Sprawl On It,
Listening To Its Poems.

Whistling, A Merry Train,
On Its Way To The Sleeping Ocean,
The Indigo River Flows;
My Heart Sings As It Goes By.
Sun Ray, Through The Calm Sky,
Settles Upon Its Cold Surface.
The Indigo River Flows,
Carrying All Of Its Poems To A New World.