Green flames are swaying on the grass,
He longs to hug you, flower.
Against the background of the earth, flowers bloom,
When the warm wind blows trouble or joy.
If you are awake, open the window,
Look at how beautiful this garden full of desire is.
Under the blue sky, fascinated by eternal mystery.
It's our 20-year-old closed body,
Like the song of a bird made of clay,
You are ignited, curled up, curled up, but there is nowhere to turn.
Oh, light, shadow, sound and color are all naked,
Pain, waiting for a new combination.