Because of the nature of land and forest, green is the color of decoration.
Draw the thoughts of trees at night, in the distant wilderness.
In the noise, you experienced the personality of the city, a person full of feelings.
Loneliness, a tree in the city, standing in the street.
Bear the attack of flying dust and polluted air
Lonely people, secretly crying.
The nature of trees changes gradually, and leaves fall.
Those ghosts can't find their way back.
The last winter came, and the branches stretched out into the sky.
In order to grasp the tenderness of the season, these wandering soldiers
The singing of birds, the Sanskrit sound that soothes the soul
A night of wind and rain, hold on to the roots of life and go deep into the soil.
Go forward and pursue hard, the trace of the forest.
Trees in the city, a natural flag.
Retreat gradually
The song of the bird
A bird song pierced the city's irritability.
The shadow of birds flying by, a beautiful arc.
The face of the city is young and mysterious, and fatigue comes from the heart.
In the lonely moment, I heard a bird singing on the wall.
Woods in the distance, flowing rivers.
Call my soul, follow them and cross the heavy earth.
The birds' calls fell from the nest.
In loneliness and extinction, it is even more distant.
The black fog in the chimney Ran Ran rises, and the blue sky no longer appears.
The river of life is heavy again and again in winter.
Birds chase nesting forests everywhere.
These folk singers, some eternal songs
The dreamland of the city in the dark, your unremitting agitation
There is no inner peace.