On that silent mountain
This is the last place where my father lived.
In the dark days when continuous rain hit him.
The wet bird looked down under his eaves.
Walk through the road of space distortion
And the chestnut tree he planted that year is still growing.
When the bright spring comes, when the heavy autumn comes.
When the mountains are full of green leaves, when the trees are full of fruits.
The arm of the tree pressed by the snow failed to stop him.
Still a pond, still clear water.
It's not silver carp wandering, nor red carp jumping.
Or those drooping willows or those swaying buds
Changed the reflection of those Yunshan mountains and changed the paradox of those ripples.
The fishing rod didn't keep him.
Sleeping glass, he is thirsty.
Bad cloth shoes. He left.
Rhubarb dog got lost by the river.
Old friends are in the smoke.
The connection of the world didn't keep him.
On Silent Hill
Is the last place to find him.
Plum blossoms on the branches smile, and peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain are pretty.
When the lotus on the lake reports, when chrysanthemums are swaying everywhere.
The trick of winter leaving and spring coming failed to keep him.