Bamboo

I inspired the bamboos outside my house, the cold wind and the full moon on sunset... well, almost sunset actually...

The November wind is blowing,

As I stare at the full moon,

I wrap my scarf around my neck,

But the cold wind will be gone soon.

Those rustling bamboo leaves,

Remind me of that day,

Making music out of hitting two bamboos,

You made me didn't know what to say.

You made them sound like Pachebel's Canon,

I didn't know how you did that,

And I remember one sunny day,

I made you a straw hat.

Now I can't hear it anymore,

The music has gone with you,

The only things left are the straw hat,

and the sound of grasshoppers too.