Along the Riverbank Along the riverbank wanders the old turtle the day's a sunny day. The rice-paddy scene is warm. The old turtle basks in the warm lap of its sun, sleep at ease along the riverbank. Along the riverbank there's only me tired from the pain of desire, awaiting my sun. But my eyes cannot see it for an instant. My sun has hidden its face from me in the distant waters. For me everything is clear everywhere in my standing, in my hurrying, only my sun is not clear along the riverbank.