Write me a poem about how we climb the mountain.

In March, a beautiful day hangs in the sky.

I put down my luggage to climb the mountain.

The pendulum reminds my heart.

It's getting late

We must leave at once.

I met a small river.

It soon set the children on a journey.

Take it away. Lively and bright

Children on the journey

Please forgive my inaction.

Branches stick out from the Woods by the bridge.

Pat me on the sleeve and back.

Suddenly. A child emerged from a crack in the stone.

Wasn't he taken away by the river?

What did I do wrong? Why do I blush?

I walked lightly on the stone bridge.

Afraid of disturbing the river god

The child next to him has a smile on his face.

He said, that's very kind of you

He said, let's go climbing.

My surprised eyes

Submerged by the child's innocent pupils.

The river began to jingle.

The cold child took my hand.

But I can't give up the baby.

To get rid of, to exile.

In this spring and March

I smiled and said to the child

Come on, let's climb the mountain.