The grass on the horizon is endless.
Don't ask anything.
Everything that exists flows every minute.
Such as the island city current.
I am walking in the heat wave in August.
After walking carefully and filtering out doubts about life.
Let life be as beautiful as summer flowers.
On a road leading to the sky and grass
I am still a wayward child.
I regard the long night as day.
Tears poked again and again
Like ripe ears of grain feeding my four seasons.
Expectation, loss, dear grass, after a long and arduous journey.
Everything belongs to tomorrow's' sun'
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
Since Tagore, no, since ancient times.
People sing about survival and fear death.
God who rules everything.
In the blind course of life, I can only save myself by walking hard.
The bright horizon transcends the height of the soul.
I included The Pain of Life in the CD-ROM.
And eager to save a sunflower with a handful of wheat soil.
You accepted my loyalty and beauty.
When the years gradually weathered all the memories.
Let go of pain and happiness, and you will feel sacred.
Wildflowers are endless.
The grass leading to the horizon is endless.
Note: Life is like summer flowers. It is a large-scale proposition album by China Setaria Poets Team and China Aestheticism Art Team. Published in August 2005 at 65438+. Thanks to the editor.