A rain
and another rain
are in line
waiting for a snow to sue God
I
This river
has no water on the mountain path
It has not
become afternoon tea on the shore
spring <
Waiting in line with another rain
Not waiting for a snow to sue God
Listening to the rain
I like listening to the rain
Listening to the soft words of the drizzle that moistens the wheat seedlings when the willows sprout in early spring
It is a picturesque brocade painting
I like listening to the rain
Listening to the heavy rain when cicadas sing in hot summer. When the yellow leaves of autumn fall, the rain hits the eaves.
It is a poem full of Zen.
I like listening to the rain.
If there is rain in the snowy winter, it must be a hymn of life.
I like listening to the rain.
I have read the whole life from the sound of rain.
I have realized the true meaning of life.
The sound of rain The ticking sound
is like a cheerful note
jumping in my heart
the rain is ticking, and the quiet night
the diffuse breath
always reminds me of the yellowed past
surging in front of my eyes
The past is gone, and what will never disappear is
the thoughts and hopes in my heart
the vast sky.