In the memory of time
Fragrant from a dream
The color of life
Brilliant because of the blooming of flowers
A still cluster of uses like a mountain
Treasure the story deeply
In the faint years
Alone and calm
Rain falls is the sentiment of flowing water
Snow falls on heaven and earth
now
In the posture of a tree
Stand deep in the red dust
Watch the prosperity of the world
But I never got it back
Innocence of yourself
Know it clearly
The wind of those years
Blow the good away early...
