There is also a cable under the bridge.
A river. How many poplars were alive from the beginning?
The river runs through the whole mountain city with wind.
It also passes through here. I parked my car on the railing.
Looking at the thin river, let the wind pass by me.
Comb the whole body and gently pass through all of me.
Indulge in the long world. The clock and bowl where I eat.
Here we are; Pull up my feet and start walking.
Wind, tear a piece and put it in my breath.
Leave traces for poplars. I took my foot off,
Put your heart here.