Thirty thousand years ago
You are the spring breeze, and I am the lotus in the pool.
No matter where you go.
My flowers are in full bloom.
Three thousand years ago
I am the lotus, and you are the Buddha on the lotus.
Where have you been?
Where should I go?
300 years ago
You are the end of the world and I am the end of the earth.
We finally overlapped, and since then,
Destined to be written into eternal poems
Thirty years ago.
You are the mother and I am your daughter.
A loud cry
God, it's light.
Three years ago.
Upside down, the sky shook.
Mother, I have let go of heaven and earth.
But I never let you leave.
Three seconds ago
I want to finish this poem.
Suddenly found every word, every word.
It's all tears. The sea lives in it.