In this charming spring, I am already drunk.
A rain turned the sky blue.
Yun Chi put on a clean suit and walked in the sky.
There is snow in the east and snow in the west. seemingly
Not so cold, as warm as white clouds.
I am drunk, too, in this warm spring.
Drunk in this warm morning, like a dream.
The drunken sorrow in my dream seems to be seen.
I saw the fire in the stove in my hometown and the smoke rising in the kitchen.
And the man who mended my clothes under the bright and dark fire.
As if I saw it, I saw the arched roof and the low eaves.
There are also people who shelter from the wind and rain and support a blue sky to warm their homes.
It seems to remind me of the sweat from the straw hat on the few acres of thin ground.
It seems to remind me that in the dim light, I accidentally punctured the eye of a needle and there was blood at my fingertips.
A feeling like a lifetime ago is now clear in my mind.
My eyes are watering and my heart is bleeding.
Oh! Father loves like fire, and father loves like the sun. This will always be my broad day.
Maternal love is like water, maternal love is like blue, and it will always be all-inclusive blue.
I am that cloud, wandering in the blue sky.