At the seaside,
Kiss the water,
It doesn't belong here.
A mouse passed by the eye,
Turned into a gutter.
Spring breeze is buried under dead leaves,
Gentleness is gone.
Through the flashy world,
Heart, can't get close.
Occasionally a bunch of lanterns,
The light doesn't come in. It hurts.
Bury your head in the years,
Original intention,
When can you promise?
A raging river,
Worried about the sun.
Sporadic ships moored above thirst,
Water plants leaked from their heads,
Leave a message in despair
Who is still lost by the river?
Who collects hope?
The days when you live alone,
The stars lit up,
I can no longer shine on the goodness of darkness.
The birds have gone home,
Feet, scattered on the side of the road.
Greetings come from afar,
The weather is gloomy,
A cavity of melancholy.