Three crow ding poems
Meeting
My old fellow, come and see me from the other side of the ocean
To be precise, he set out from an isolated island to see me
I didn't ask him what kind of transportation he used. He was in the letter
Finally added: I have a pair of sunken blue eyes
That day I made an appointment by the river, and I met three of the same
A man with deeply concave blue eyes. They faced the fog in the middle of the river
As if, because of the fog relationship is not so real
I joined in... But no conversation, hugs
It was as if everything was in silence
Later, I recalled that there seemed to be nothing special about that day
...... The river gushed through the thick fog, and there was not a single egret in sight
We stood, in the long stream of time
It doesn't seem worth mentioning. But our eyes
Sparkling. Although we try to remain calm
About a river
The river in the deep winter is quiet and orderly
Accept captivity for ancient fences
About a river, it has no name
It doesn't matter anymore. I just want to go down the embankment and get out...
There was always a river that accompanied me
Grow old alone and quietly, like a woman
Until it disappears, or dies
It rained for a day and a night
At the moment, it still hasn't stopped. Out of my window
There, once an endless wilderness
As well as distant mountains. It is now occupied by tall buildings
obscured. But I knew they were still there
Wait for me to get close, touch and discover. Rain falling outside my window
Also down in the wilderness.
I think it won't be long before spring begins.
When the finely broken flower begins to highlight its brand-new face, the thunder agitates
A rain, and it rained again. I think inside me
It is soft and peaceful
I should have walked through the wilderness until I recognized them
It is a relative of mine in this life. But when I think about it
Inexplicable tremors in the heart... Like raindrops
Scratch through the glass, leaving an imprint