Original | prose poem: When I pass by your city

That's my moonlight, your city.

The moonlight poured down quietly, and I followed you to your city, hiding behind you. On a quiet night, I landed in a circle of ripples with the moonlight like a dream, along with the moonlight.

Pass by your city, sit under the city and watch the clouds cirrus, with the moonlight, step on the clouds under your feet, flickering on and off, to listen to the ripples of the circle spread. Time calmly forgot everything and left me alone. Wandering alone outside of samsara is a rare calmness. Oh, and I live in it just as calmly.

I don't remember when the first rays of moonlight melted into the water and became intoxicated. The moon shines on me like water, and under your city, I am also immersed in this moonlight.

One point number one source Sinology