The tide has receded
When I was writing poetry in the village
Heard the beating heart
The earth sank into the deep sea
A time tunnel
Climb over the top of the mountains
All the trees are lost in the blue and blue painted bristles
Fallen leaves flew into the sky in small boats
In the purring of birds
The painter slowly shakes the oar
Ripples of small waves
The sea breeze blows
The hour hand, Yougo swirls in the milky way
Crawl into my eyes and spin
Jumped on my shoes again and spun around
I went to the shore, looking for thin pebbles
Swirl around the surface of the sea, with a string of swirls
Touch the face of the moon in the whirlpool
The whole universe revealed a golden smile
The poem commemorates Vincent William Van Gogh