What else can echo do? Poetry.

Natural echo

Because of my desire, I often wander on the edge of society. natural

The top of the world is grass, clouds, sea and green.

White, blue. This clean color has erased the busy floating dust.

Outside the street, using my heart has restored self-perception.

What am I in memory? Before becoming a human, memory seems to be one of them, because I: I used to be as crooked as a huge mammoth's teeth, I used to be as naive as a leaf, I used to be as small and happy as plankton, and I used to be as free as a cloud. . . . . .

I am grateful for letting me feel the history of myself.

Countless lives and nature have no life; I appreciate it.

The natural world, poetry and songs thank it for continuing.

Me. This is why we are eager to go on an expedition in reality.

In the mechanical rolling, I still use the most beautiful voice,

Humbly say: I am yours.

Everything, life and people on the earth dream.

Have yourself. Every dream is a world. cloud

Seen from behind the desert

Dream, in the butterfly's kiss, dew falls.

Flowers dream of the sea. .

. . . . I also dream of having me, far away

Clear, not only that world, it is

New Jerusalem higher than the world.

It is beautiful, pure and clean us. Think I'm full of

When the children's stories begin, there will be glory immediately.

Andersen, a shallow mind. I have walked away.

For it, I have gradually become transparent and have

Throw away the umbra after death. have only

Road, the road to freedom. The value of my life lies in going on.

Feet. I want pure silver in my heart and cast one.

A key, to open the country that day. . .

. . . Stand on the side of mankind. If possible, I lost.

Happiness is in an invisible world.