The moon is watching from one side of the mountain.
Behind him are the stars, the night.
Newly fallen leaves
Carved half a sunset and half a moon.
When the night really comes.
The evening breeze hummed a little song gently.
Gently stroke the fields in the wheat fields.
Are the flowers in the garden asleep?
Do you hear the moans of the stars?
They are sad.
"Do they also have a hometown?"
Asked the wanderer in a foreign land
There are no tears on the flowers' faces.
Because they don't feel sad.
Dark clouds in the sky hurried by.
He doesn't want to leave a trace here.
Once again, the wind is blowing.
There are many fallen leaves this time.
They are lying under the tree.
mild
They also want to sing.
They also want to attend the party.
But I thought of my broken "future"
Those unknown bugs!
In this case, how do you match your happy songs?
The blooming of a flower
A beautiful night.
That night, the wind blew through the bamboo forest and made sad music.
Wanderers passing by, did you hear the sad song?
And the stars * * *
They also have no hometown.
They are also looking for it with their eyes open in the sky.