This golden afternoon is sweet, because I presuppose that life will last forever.
Stranger, I feel that I have been extended in your existence. You dragged my iron heart through the silver city.
A moon passes by the window; Stop and say to me, "I won't move away from here;" I look at you.
Since I said it lightly, his transparent eyes were filled with calm accusations: "Why are your teeth yellow now?"
Outside, I have never seen such sunshine shining on the white marble steps. My eyes continued to stare at the fence, staring at it. I am waiting for you.
Beautiful spring, the season of ignoring everything.
I am a missing flower, humble and silent, blooming by your river every spring.
The air is full of soft notes: all emotions.
White as snow, sweet as a rainy afternoon dream.
Cold as stone, quiet as forgetfulness, sad as grass.
It will be a sweet afternoon, full of sky blue, silent birds and wild clover.
In summer, my dream is not mature, and the impulse of spring will not urge me.