Hide the sigh in your heart,
Into a small nucleus.
Throw panic into the soil,
Cover some dust.
Maybe love will sprout slowly,
Grow branches and leaves.
Light seeps into the canopy,
The video has passed.
I like to spend this morning under the apple tree.
I talked to myself, arrogant and timid.
Talk in a dream or Zen,
Pain can also scab.
Green will grow into sweetness,
Can you hear me in another place?
Birds come here to rest and fly in surprise.
There must be a river passing by,
I feel its surging sadness.
Apples ripen after midsummer,
Fruits of peace, filled with lonely sweet syrup.
The leaves are laughing, so happy.
You can safely drink it all at once,
It's just a wind that rises and falls!
Let mellow accompany you,
The planetesimals convey my warm sadness.
Whether it's calm or noisy,
Fall into your arms like rain.
I like this lonely orchard,
Under the apple tree,
Let you look back,
Then gently think about the fluctuation and profusion.