Over the grave is the Tree of Life

Someone asked me,

What kind of object are you looking for?

I say

I think

I hope

She's just like me.

there is blood in the chest,

Heartache hurts;

Don't spend a good full moon on anything,

Do not have any flute shorts long;

Be poor,

Poor as tea,

A wisp of fragrance in the bitterness;

Be proud,

Proud like Lan,

Hang high on a face of autumn frost;

We are the same,

Dare to be in the cold of the night,

Wandering in that white cemetery,

Listen to the screams of the owl,

Go after the drifting aura;

Dare to be in the forest,

Lay the foundation for the future,

Even if the ape of the branch is long,

Stone bush snake spit green mango;

Dare to be in the lotus pond,

Swinging the light paddles,

Go and reminisce about the time that has passed,

Let go of the dreams in your heart;

Dare to be in the morning wind,

Facing the rising sun,

Stepping on flowers,

Towards death...