Dry the tears left by the season
An obsession with lotus flowers
Has been well-intentioned washing' crystal clear'
The coming autumn in my mind.
At this time, it is still boiling in the depths of the season.
Deep summer is in the lingering of tears and rain.
It tends to be calm, and the sky sometimes cries.
Sometimes a proud smile blooms.
Or play a great symphony.
All the plots reached a climax.
Love and hate, the passion of summer
Bones in season
Through the blazing sun
Reminiscent of the ambiguity of the original infatuation.
The summer heat attacks people, and frogs croak.
The universe flourishes in the brilliance of thousands of trees.
The olive monsoon has blown the dust of the past green.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of birds singing.
I have a fragrant jasmine flower in my hand.
Ask yourself, I am
Waiting in lingering.
Or reborn in autumn