Crystal Zheng
I've never really heard a sound.
When I hear the sound of trees,
When it is sad, when it is blue.
When it is inspiring, when it is sentimental.
The sound of all time.
Even in the dark winter night,
You should walk over there like this.
Walking through a nation that has lost its national freedom.
Can't you hear the sound of blood blocking?
When spring comes,
In each of its strong arms
Hundreds of crying babies were buried.
I never really felt calm.
Like me, from the attitude of the tree
As deep as I feel.
No matter which idea you wake up from.
My eyes touched it.
Stand in the same posture.
The star moves between its arms.
Under its gaze, the stream slowly flows away,
Birds come and go in its arms.
It will always pray and meditate.
It seems to grow in an eternal and quiet land.