If I were a cloud,
I should also use a thin body to carry:
This lonely sail, flapping by the waves,
This thirsty rice field, which has long been scorched by the scorching sun,
This scattered dandelion can't find its home,
And the incomparable warm candlelight that quietly lights up in the dark.
-Then I dissipated,
Even the broken water stains seeped into the sun.
Why do I often have wrinkles between my eyebrows?
Because I love this sister to the bone.