Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea. Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
What I don't write is exactly 63 words.