Lyrics for King Posterity

Over the vast lake, the gale was to blow,

Wave upon wave, billow upon billow,

It's the late autumn now,

Fewer flowers red with less fragrant smell.

The river is brighter, the mountain prettier,

The human people dear,

It's endless to be praised, endlessly better.

Lotus seeds ripe, the leafs old in yellow,

Lake shore's flowers or grass washed by the dew.

The sleepy gulls were not looking back on beach,

As if hating the coming man not early to go.