Like the mist leaves no scars

Like the mist leaves no scars
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scars
On you, and it won’t leave any in the future.

When wind and hawk meet,
What is left to hinder?
So you and I encounter,
Then we turn away, begin to sleep.

Like many nights endure
Without stars or moon,
So we remain
When the other departs and drifts away.