I quietly looked at the fog, and my silk was condensed.
You are like a bathing elf. At that moment, my heart was empty.
There are no other colors in the world.
You washed away yesterday's boredom and my troubles.
Several times, I walked by your side of the road and asked you to take off your pants.
Passing by, getting wet, complaining.
I waved my sleeves and walked by indifferently.
Perhaps, how many times have you looked at my distant figure, just silently.
Perhaps, you bless everyone who walks by you.
Yun Yun world.
You are just morning dew, ordinary morning dew.
In the bustling world, who will stop for you and stop in a hurry?
Looking at the sky, watching the eagle spread its wings and fly.
Watch the sea, watch the dragon, and catch turtles in the sea.
Who thought of you, washed away the dullness of this world and gave it back to the pure land of the world?
In the four seasons, it is you who quietly appears again and again and quietly leaves.
Flowers bloom and fall, fragrance lasts for a lifetime and withers for a season.
More than 360 mornings, struggling to persist.
The mirror is stained with dust after all, and you look at this blurred world quietly.
Perhaps, only the snowflakes flying in the sky.
A ray of morning light faded its original glory.
In your depths, crystal clear, flashing.
My hands are folded.
Close your eyes, pray and bless.