The poem "If Life Began Again"

If life starts again, I will still bid farewell to the sleeping moon with the dewdrop morning. I will still stand under the bodhi tree, looking for the fragrant autumn colors you lost. I will still capture your elegance, and then fly the loneliness of butterflies on the hillside. I will still feel your rhyme directly. Breathing the invisible tulips in the sea, I will still approach your door and quietly stick a restless kiss in the night. I will still lie on the hanging rock and let the whip of memory beat me helplessly. I will still walk into the rainforest and experience the blue loneliness away from you with tears in my eyes. I will still walk with Caiyun. After a short rest in your reflection, I will still sail to Swan Lake with the sound of pigeons to pick up your childhood dreams. I will still set foot on the Yangtze River and set up a string of sapphire love letters. I will still open the skylight of history and insert a ray of freedom fragrance on it. I will still hug the sun a thousand times until it melts into a carat of innocence.