So gentle and tangled footsteps, stumbling all the way, trailing all the way.
When a piece of red temptation, pulling the flowers.
The dust left behind by the years is smeared over and over again.
In the village, white clouds are in the water, listening to the swallows coming.
Stay in the fragrance of their roses and let the clouds slowly disappear.
The windward branches in the field are swinging.
Let the passing guests forget that they have reached the end of the road.
There is a beautiful hut, and the reflection of the lake comes into view.
Thought is a butterfly resting on the windowsill, with the fragrance of flowers and plants.
Looking at the flower with dew, she lost her way.
The world is divided into two by it, and tenderness cannot be touched.
One is in the sky and the other is on the ground.
The wind and rain failed to make it fall.
Humble curled up in the grass
I wonder which one will blossom.
Which flower will smile at it with tears?
I hope to test the overpass. One day, it will come.
One day I hope to summon up courage, and one day I hope to fly to it.
A starry night
The eyes are so bright
It stands inside.
I saw it.
It's burning and shining, and it hurts.
Love stays on the grass and bears a thick cocoon.
Holding a circle that is no longer so bright.
Was put into the heart lake and turned around.
It's so far away
It's too far to walk.
The sky is white, like water and fog.
Really, like a lark flying by
In the coming and going
Maybe he deliberately surrounded himself.
Maybe I've been enjoying it.
move towards
Step by step, a place like Yunshan.
Which mountain is hidden?
Make no noise, leaving only countless figures.
In the empty valley mouth, waiting.
Waiting to disappear.
Waiting for the call.
Waiting for yourself to come out.
There are no ifs, only facts.
If the stone is removed from the skin.
Never complain.
If the star jumps out of its eyes.
From then on, together in the dark.
Maybe light has never been carried by a lamp.
This is in the eyes of a blind man.
It's useless