Spring is coming, the trees fly to their birds
Paul Celan
The ice and snow on the ground that has not yet melted
Farewell to the Five Playing for the first time in more than ten years
I just wandered along the rivers and streams
When the rain came, I saw the devastated land
She was so young Gently tearing at the colorful clouds to wipe away the tears in my heart
Giving moisture and peace to all things on the earth with a smile
Graceful to the trees, grass, mountains and fields, and deep valleys
The trees experienced those hard days
and slowly stretched out their broken arms and waist poles
facing the blue sky and colorful clouds and shaking off their dry leaves
She gasped softly when the spring breeze blew over her face
The brave bird took flight
Kissing the blue sky and colorful clouds and singing the beauty of spring
Hehe trees also started making noises uneasily
They also wanted to spread their wings and fly like birds
They also wanted to move freely like birds
Oh my god, flying is a prospect of happiness and joy
Without free choice, we can only wait for the arrangement of life and death
The trees do not want to encounter the same fate again To make a choice
You should dare to transcend yourself and re-understand the meaning of life
Yes, idealistic dreams are just self-comfort
How about you, a realist? There is no way to escape the cold reality
The trees were thinking and waiting silently for something
The colorful clouds floated away from their heads and the birds came and went in a hurry
When I long for the day when I can choose to fly freely
Maybe it is a beautiful and melancholy dream that we can’t imagine