From bright in March to bright in May.
Those trembling feelings
Bolting and swaying with the spring breeze
Time began to spin slowly.
The pace of return
Step into reincarnation lane again
I can hear you.
Your heaviness and lightness
Those dark clouds and shadows of the past
Like an ink sculpture
Floating like a lotus flower
From morning till night, all the thoughts
All the feathers turned into kisses.
When imagination and reality are intertwined in dreams
That classical folk song
Shake it again
Dusk in the countryside
In the quiet place where the smoke rises.
I saw tears flashing.
This season
Still suitable for imagination and inviting the moon.
Suitable for building fences in the depths of the soul
For those
Rose in May