The white bird is the beginning
The thought that does not ebb is here
Island, the surroundings of your statue rise
And the distance is double Too long arms
Cast the net and catch 1957
Our first encounter
The infinite white is ripening to perfection
Abundant with life.
Walking from the southern morning
A small grass at the foot
And many grasses are like this
trembling for its undetermined direction
So God, I choose you
From the southern morning
Eternal and necessary existence
In the polar white
p>And Diao Dao said
Use your firm stance
Remember the weak heart that hid me——