Text, Photography / Mingyue Dongsheng

Whoever was, on this cold morning
With a poignant singing voice
Sing the morning light?
Clean sound
It's like snow on the ground
Nice feathers
Dancing gorgeous neon dress
She looked up at the branches frequently
This song voice
Can you open the closed door
Cold window?
Spring, still wandering outside the ridge
A cold wind knife
Still cutting nine days of cold
Why is it in such a hurry
Return to the North from the warm south
Frozen homeland?
In order to
Go to a grand gathering of birds singing
She's going to use the most wonderful
Song
The first to sing the hope of spring
Also for an indigenous bird
Will not forget
Never forget
When parting, a pair of sad eyes
Burn her back
