In this drizzly night, as light as a cat.
Is it the distant wind?
But why are your sleeves
Splashed with the coolness of the years
Because Confucius sighed deeply.
Or the moonlight in front of the jade steps is lazy.
Everything should be like this.
Why are you sad?
Pain is destined to be better than happiness.
Live longer
Look at the clouds over there.
Have no fixed place forever.
Look at that dense valley.
Always empty.
The wind from afar
Why did you buckle my window?
The train has gone far.
Kites of all colors, poets of all colors.
They brought brown clay pots full of clear water.
Go to the wheat field by train
But if
You are for my distant lover.
My light is still on.
That's enough.