The Scene of Okinawa

When the winter rain stops, the flowers in the garden are lovely coming out. And on the leaves of the palm trees along the road, the freshness’s seeping out. The southern sea is calm, and as I gaze on it, tranquility fills the air, Yet silently conveying their pains, the injury still is lingering there. In south, the islands prettily drooped like connected beads in braids When the north wind blows, the surrounding seas shine with the light of jades. What is visible now is peaceful, and the land is full of beauty in gloam. But since the days of old wars, how many soldiers have returned their home? The sea in midday, the deep-blue currents which calls the eternal warm spring, And the streets're brimmed with diverse souls from the world on varied journeys in the evening. Ryugu's ancient history intertwines with the underwater of dragon-king’s palace And the traces of remaining soldiers of Sambyulcho’d reached far this fortalice.