scattering warm light in the dark night
There are ripples in my heart
It is the only note in my heart
I pick up a flute full of stories
and gently play
to commemorate my silent love
two weeping willows on the shore
a silence
. Waving my roots
I have already deeply
deeply
touched your roots
I think
as long as I stick to this land
wearing green clothes
it will not fade
a wordless
a wordless
but I firmly believe
silence.