A farewell poem to the teacher.

If time can go back, one thing I want to do most

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.