No flowers, quiet enjoyment, blue sky.
Blurred shadows of leaves and colors.
Just looking at a drop of dew, before the siege.
This is a silent gaze.
Wait, a fruit is exposed to raw red.
Flowers, leaves and fruits are so quiet.
When a heart suddenly trembles
I heard a drop of dew slipping gently.
Two roads
In front of me, two roads diverged in the forest.
Are covered with fallen leaves, slowly extending.
In the endless land beyond the line of sight.
Road, straight grassland scenery,
It tells me that this is the palace of successful people,
I have a pious heart, like a pilgrim,
Carefully, follow every footprint that our predecessors have taken,
Plan this wonderful imitation that has never been seen before.
But my heart longs for another,
This is a fork in my long journey,
A beautiful encounter, towards the distant alone.
It is lonely, sparse, full of thorns and nobody cares.
It seems that I am a lonely and sad person who has been forgotten for many years.
But I'd rather try to leave my first pair of footprints.
The first unknown lonely journey.
I'm not looking for anything, and I won't give up.
I will become an unusual scenery with the wind and rain.