Day by day l float my paper boats one by one down
the running stream.

In big black letters I write my name on them and
the name of the village where I live.

I hope that someone in some strange land will
find them and know who I am.

I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from
our garden, and hope that these blooms of the
dawn will be carried safely to land in the night.

I launch my paper boats and look up into the
sky and see the little clouds setting thee white bulging sails.

I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends
them down the air to race with my boats!

When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream
that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.

The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading is
their baskets full of dreams.