White and flawless clouds
Slowly, slowly.
Drift and fall slowly
Arrive-
In that quiet mountain stream
Yalide courtyard
I looked for you carefully-
A little flower
A slender bud
Maybe you got hurt.
Incomplete and dying
As long as your genes exist
The breath of life is immortal.
I think-
Turn into dew-
Run your field
Let your fragrance reappear
Strive for beauty after blasphemy.
I am a piece of rain.
Continuous spring rain
Quiet, quiet
spill
Infiltration-
Country roadside
Cheng Zhen lane
I searched you carefully
fresh grass
A new bud is pointed.
Maybe you were trampled.
Broken leaves of residual plants
Only a faint breath of life is left.
As long as your roots are still there
The belief in life is immortal.
I think-
Turn into milk for you to suck.
Let your youth continue to bloom.
Make spring more beautiful.
I am a cloud.
White and flawless clouds
I am a piece of rain.
Continuous spring rain
The last time you were happy.
Love slowly
I'm looking for-
I searched you carefully
For my poem-
Pay attention to jumping notes
Let the understanding of life-
Give out that wonderful melody