Meet Yourself
August has just turned on the third day
My water lily has quietly opened, and the sixth petal
loves the way from deep blue to white
, and there is a
north wind
dream that I won't wake up! Time flies
in your hands
are remembered in the form of words, and every time
you look back, the smile
fades away.
after the storm, I hold the sunset in my hand
and wait for the next dawn
August has a dream
August has a dream
When the south wind
gets out of control in the alley, it keeps hitting the wall and attacking the window lattice where the moonlight is not bright
The lights are shaking and the shadows are tilted. Dreams
become shallow
what should be forgotten
must be forgotten. I don't have to
hold the discarded` firmly in my hand
The prosperity of the world of mortals is just
the beauty of a sake in my hand
, and I always have a home
When I think of my mother in the wind, I think of my hometown
and my dreams are in my heart, and I grow wings again
. Spreading at the fingertips
starts with a group of words
is produced by a name
and indulges it to dance in my heart
so
I use my hands all the way
. Wu
Wu meets his own modern poetry. 2
Light autumn mist is slightly cool
After several rains, autumn is getting stronger
Only the green leaves of the ivy are still facing the sun
like a brave promise
fulfilling the desire of seeds
//
I passed a bookstore along the way
So I was fascinated by a story of an old time
I had a romantic season, but it was only a dream
I was disappointed with the fine products
How many people were surprised, how many people were saddened
The protagonist who appeared in BLACKPINK ended like fireworks
What was amazing was just a delicate heart
.
stop and listen to a leaf fall
have the joy of reunion with autumn after a long separation
have experienced inner struggle and separation
get along with yourself gently with a clean heart
stay warm in your bones
feel the understanding of life in the glory and decline of time
//
From rainy days to sunny days, there is only attachment
Never hide your sorrows and joys
It is better to love, cry and hate than to be ambiguous
Don't bind up a flower's wound
Don't cover up her deep red pain
Remembering is the best place
Taste the astringent taste in repeated baptisms
Gradually live into your favorite appearance with certainty and calmness. /
Some people say that the falling flowers are silent and elegant, and the lack of the moon is not beautiful and poetic
Because I met a better myself in this autumn sunshine.