Looking for the breath of the night
The seductive smell of roses.
Dewdrops dance gracefully on new leaves.
It is being staged urgently.
I love this world very much.
I am willing to melt its indifference with my gentleness.
But who ever thought?
The world will gradually become indifferent.
How many people stop being moved when they hear the sound of flowers blooming?
Worms work hard in droves.
How many people will turn a blind eye?
Running each other on the hard asphalt road
Sweat is incisive.
Who ever thought of stopping for a moment?
Through the moon shadow of mottled leaves
A concert with crickets on the grass.
The homing bird tells the story of the day.
However, all the beauty in this world
It seems not as good as a cold screen.
Not as bustling and noisy as the depths of the world of mortals.
I have to be alone in the vast sea of people.
Looking for what? Looking for my soul and poetry