Lost souls are flying all over the sky.
The cold of ice and snow
Seize the hope that seven-color seeds will break through the ground.
Oranges secreted by the dead forest
Wandering in a fresh heart
Moths spread their glittering wings.
Greed sucked away the fire of self-immolation
The yellow moon sticks to the sea sky.
Full of sadness, I jumped out of a bright place.
Happiness overflows criss-crossing wrinkles.
Hidden deep in the withered grass
The desire of insects and ants to resurrect
Take my hand through the dark brown forest of death
In the harsh eyes, I was trembling and red all over the sky.