Hey baby, is the Plain a nest Life is like a river We’ve been together for a quarter of a century Now come back, I want to make the sound of birds to stay somewhere to see all the silhouettes of the fields Ah, the country river, oh, where does the country river flow? […]
Don’t blame this year’s season for the drought Maybe not green this season, there are many other seasons to be green Think of war without gunfire but too much isolation If possible, please give a good prayer for the losses out there You see, the Buddha’s hand is like a Buddha’s hand It’s a […]
Not the sound of a leaf trumpet on the lips of the past/afternoon/ not at all Or the dead leaf has heard the sound of time The more you stand on the mountain / the more you fly in the sky I love the sound of birds, deep and lonely Last night, in the […]
Bringing nostalgia back to the idyllic days Do you remember the hill with the sky wine tree (*) Nature sets out the days when the wine is ripe invite me It’s strange that rainy days keep quiet wearing wine leaves hanging in the wind be as gentle as grass The wine of the sky […]
If you can’t find a promise for yourself, you can’t turn your back on the field and turn your back on the river where there have never been tears, the bird in the tree knows the oath since when did the old sacrificial seasons go away? I don’t know where to look to find the […]
Isn’t there a little bit of sadness that just lingered? Just a little bit, but the leaf has just fallen as if it has not found a fulcrum, not like someone who forgot his promise Yesterday afternoon forgot until now… Which river has flowed to sadness and joy deep into the shore? I’m here, […]
