is to
keep your singing
However, The song
How can I keep it
So
the river with my heart carries it
Knead it into a vein of blood
Soak it into the deepest crack in the river bed
Turn it into the magma of life
You are not a god
but you are beautiful
with the texture of a jasper sculpture
with a sunset glow.
The simple weeds at your feet
have the attitude of looking up
The flowing clouds all over the sky are
full of their wishes
Carrying your guitar
Walking along with your singing
The water is flowing
The collision between a comet and the earth is scheduled
An impromptu dance of wind and grass is also brewing. For example,
your breath
your back
your footprints
your songs
the water is crystal clear, and it never flows back
the mottled and swaying shadows in the evening light
What's the
road, extending
the wind never stops
the songs <
But deep in your eyes
there is a static point
always bright
that is indelible love
blaming you for singing
and drifting clouds
being alone
actually
you are not alone.