Beautiful turn takes tomorrow away.
But it does not carry the memory of the past.
Let a heart smile calmly,
Don’t let luck waste your meeting.
This is a collection of cranes from heaven.
The wind bell stirred the strong tea.
It’s the memories that shake the stories of each side.
Give the most subtle magic to the conscious.
The visitor outside the window asked me,
Where is the nearest heaven?
I pointed to myself in her mirror.
It’s she who is closer to your hot beauty.
I forgot the feeling of invisibility.
But I caught the blue of the rattan.
The real scenery is breath.
The illusory dream is a skin.