I wrote my name in a poem.

The scream of the bitter cicada frightened the stars.

Hibiscus is going to blossom.

Flowers fall like snails.

Drive carefully

Petals knocked to the ground by showers.

Hold a simple dream

Sleep in a deep shallow puddle

Stubborn people always prefer summer.

In simple summer, I am under red rocks and green trees.

Talk about piano, books, rain and calligraphy.

Laugh at those who can't see clearly and themselves.

(The original text does not attack)