Can't shake the silence of dew.
The sun rises very late.
Can't bear to let the sunshine
Burn its eyes
I never ask.
This is Shi Lang's wish.
Climbed to the top of the grass, or
Condensation of fog and haze
Condensed into crystal clear
I seem to see it
Mother's eyes, in heaven
Reminder:
Believe in life
Every green leaf
There is a drop of dew.
get wet