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Many trails
Passes a strong yurumi
While the sun is in the sky.
Treading business and anxiety
Catches up with flying arrows
Tail sweeps the boundaries
Tongue Extracts Food
Doesn't pave the way for a moment
His nose will point north in the morning
Point south in the evening
His tail is cracking in the wind
Claws plow the black earth
The smell of animals
The chest heaves up measuredly.
Once in the field I will catch up with Yurumi
Climb to the black back
I will pick up a thick coat with my hands
I will warm up, I will become an animal
Let's go to far distances
I will not say a word
So beast yurumi
Will forever remain wild.
Let it go.