We are so lonely in the light,
We are in this cabin.
Among our equipment.
There is also a distance from Wan Li:
Copper stoves yearn for seedlings in the deep mountains.
Porcelain pots yearn for the soil by the river,
They are all like birds in the wind and rain.
Something separate. We hugged each other,
It seems that they can't make their own decisions.
The wind blows everything into the sky,
The heavy rain drenched everything into the soil again.
Only this faint reddish color is left.
Confirm the temporary stay of our lives.