Dance the treetops and look back.
Ripple the water in the pond.
The little boy on the shore
Playing on the grass
A village woman with a face of spring scenery
Wash clothes, near the water tower.
But who knew that when I turned around, the dark candle burst into tears?
It landed with a sound.
I saw cows walking in the field.
The way back and forth is held by a rope.
The farmer fiddled with the seedlings in his hand.
Sow the remnant spring in the field and plant it in your heart.
The crane stands on one leg.
Showing dazzling light in a piece of green.
But so is the light around me.
It is difficult to get rid of anxiety
I saw the roof of the city struggling to rise.
The rising steel bar is like a hand.
Pointing to the distance of missing in the sky
The workers opened their hearts to seek warmth.
Overtake at full speed.
Tear up the scenery and make the mood gloomy.
But who knows that I travel between cities?
Actually, it's a heart-piercing.
My own original work.