You sing a song on the tree
Why do you look at me so ?
You stopover on the tree
Why do you fly away so suddenly ?
One gust of breeze gave you the message
On the horizon over a flood of clouds
You and I
Share the serendipity of a glance
You grow on the cliff
Why do you smell so sweet ?
I was fond of you but not weary of you
Why do you so grieve ?
Drizzle floats becomes your tears
Pure in my eyes
The world is luxuriant
A blue dimness between us
We look into a distance in the mind
You swim in the mountain brook
Why are you so fresh and cool ?
Did the stream spit out your life
Or the mountain drop down your soul
Pure black long stone
Extruded by water
Intangible struggle among things
Breezes rise and leaves fall
Only you know
The trace of the waning silver melon