I close my hands;
Under the waxes and wanes of the moon;
I pay silent tribute to the sunset;
I pray for the dawn;
The hairlike pore gradually shrinks ;
The story, which is inhabited in palms ;
Has disappeared silently ;
I see a prairie and a flock of sheep ;
The sound of Scotland’s bagpipe comes from far away ;
The sound of Jodl old melodies from the mountain echoes lingering around ears ;
In the running of time ;
I see you ;
Silently, waiting at that sparse birch forest ;
With a pair of faint eyes ;
The gloomy pupilla witnesses the floating sadness of the Blue Danube ;
Just like a vitreous fish sinking into the boundless empty of the whirlpool ;
Your freckles are butterflies ;
Waving their thin wings ;
Drop down on the trembling Paganini string ;
You stay silent ;
With a gloomy saying of goodbye ;
Your silhouette blurs in the wind ;
In the tenebrous snowstorm ;
The bateau of destiny loses its compass ;
Until a certain time ;
The ropes of life are cut off ;
The broken heart scattered on the way to heaven;
Silently,I stand the ground before your tomb ;
I write countless poems for you ;
I will become the dust beneath your foot ;
Aimlessly, I let the flowing air leading me to some place with my life ;
If you ask me where I am gonna go ;
Please return to the place where we first met .