If you were a bird,
I would rather be a tree.
It’s not so lush, but
But I’m grateful that you can stay with me.
I listen to you chirping on the branches,
I let you peck and peck on the trunk,
I let you excrement,
Follow me The top of his head kept humming.
The chirping explains the meaning of life.
The chattering also adds to my strength to live.
Even the feces dripping down to the ankles,
It is the nourishment of life!
You are always chirping,
Telling me about the colorful colors in the distance,
I am always silent,
Advising You start from your feet.
You love to move, but I am so quiet.
I foolishly thought:
Our union is like a painting.
The weather is getting colder,
The autumn wind has taken away my few leaves,
accompanied by the best years of youth.
It’s getting cold,
You’re going to fly away,
I really want you to peck a few more times,
Look What arrived was your retreating shadow.
I stood on tiptoes and shouted loudly:
Bird, will you come again next year?
If you are a bird that looks back,
I would still rather be a tree that does not shed tears,
I will definitely survive the baptism of winter, < /p>
Looking forward to meeting you next year.