The best house
With obvious sadness
Tuck yourself into a rubber frame.
Hanging in the old house
This is an old house made of clay and stone.
The fire in the house is made of wood.
There is smoke on the wet slats.
A gray envelope is in a quiet place.
Clumsy freedom
With tears in my eyes
So eager to yearn for
In the end, we will all become
Prisoner of love
Small customs can only judge the standard of living.
Everyone will always have a piece of auspicious clouds.
Break through a green spring scene.
Like rain, like fog, like mystery.
Do you like spring like silver?
Do you like Phnom Penh fruit in the sun?
Occasionally there will be autistic elegance.
The beauty of the old man is that he is more like a mystery.
Back and forth, repeatedly attached
Everything is beautiful in spring.
Will hang in front of you
As long as we are willing
You can think infinitely deeply.
The most tolerant confession to a person
No, because times have changed.
Love songs still warm each other.
After all, it is green.
Great spring is coming.
The magnolia outside the window is in full bloom.
As white as the lover of my last life.
A footstep away
Witness the world of love
Like a plant, it knows the taste of the land.
The homing pigeon flapped its wings in the sky.
Flying around with good news.
The grass is as old as before. Have you forgotten the date?
Looking back, time is not reincarnation.
I want to tell you that the spring breeze will make people intoxicated.
Love the flowers and running water in the deep valley
I like two people in the oasis.
For people who love each other
The other's heart is the best house.