Ryugu Folk Village Performance

A lady sings a song
But audience cannot understand, 
But tourists hear the long
Of story, sit or stand.
From all the place, they throng, 
On afternoon, at this southern land.

They even not knowing the story
But simple and mournful sound, 
Maybe it's the old dynasty
Which disappeared, the mother ground
Which fostered the human on the country
Or the waiting and love story on this mound.

The next is cheerful dance
Of group. The beats are strong, 
And fantastic rhythm of dance.
And the warriors wield the long 
Sticks and tourists glance.
And the performance is over with dong.

And the performances and tourists throng
The ground and dancing with cantily.
The Ryugu'll last for long, 
Even disappeared the old dynasty.
And it'll live in mind for long, 
So long as it's liberal democracy.
(Jan.,3rd,2024, Kinsley Lee)