The fallen leaves on the ground ran and imitated.

I am an unknown traveler, only the fallen leaves on the roadside and the grass on the water will accompany me. In the whispering song, I don't want to be the moon shadow on the ground, I want to meet the running spring breeze. I didn't see clouds and swaying Venus, but I imagined awesome silence, rain and sunshine full of joy. Endless thunder and shocking roar, please take my holy soul in.