"The Bard's Song"

I am a poet and I am about to travel to a distant place.

With the dewy wildflowers on my lapels, the luggage full of old books

The small scale with peeling gold paint, the half-burned candle

Still With the scenery in my heart and the three and a half copper coins in my pocket, I play my beloved ukulele, even if the tune is no longer fashionable.

I would like to sing with the birds, and the music will make the leaves rustle.

Following the path full of daisies, I hope to go to a distant city-state.

There is wealth and legend, and there is hope for everyone.

Ah, please allow me to sing her, my heart has already gone with the wind.

There is a cloud in the clear sky, which does not know how to pursue dreams.

The end of the road is hard to see, but I know there is endless glory there.

So my pace became more brisk, and it seemed that the road was no longer long.

The light of life will be lit there, and my poems will be sung by thousands of mouths.

The bright music rang again and again, but there were never enough fourteen lines of joyful poetry.

The day flies by with the sound of the piano, and the clouds in the sky have been dyed dim by the sun.

There is smoke from cooking on the rose-colored sky. That is the first place I have ever passed. A village

I could see stars of various colors twinkling on the ground, wild flowers dotting the roadside

The setting sun reflected a black silhouette, and I saw birds returning to the mountains with the setting sun. Gang

I don’t know whose ink is dissolving in mid-air, and the moon is immersed in the ink and shining

The sign of the hotel in the small village has been newly painted, but I really can’t bear to use the copper coins. Light

Originally I wanted to lie down on the grass and fall asleep, but my stomach suddenly growled

I had no choice but to continue walking along the path, looking for a small house and knocking on its window

An old man came out of the house to see what was going on. I told him that I wanted to ask for some soup.

The old man asked me if I could give him something in return. I took off the wild flowers from my clothes and handed them to him. In hand

The old man walked into the house and came out soon after, bringing a bowl of thick soup that was not too cold

So I drank the only dinner tonight and didn't care. The white milk soup looks like brain matter

In this way, I lost the flower I once picked, and its fragrance will also be forgotten by me

But this does not prevent me from setting foot on it again On the way forward, all we have to do now is wait for dawn.

(To be continued) ?——Hazy Sea

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