The soul haunts the Danzhu pit
Text/Deng Ailiang
Dead
In a dream
My easy footsteps
Swim against the current along the Danzhukeng Stream
The view is stunning
Dingdong spring water poured down
Inadvertently encounter the rhythmic jumping mountains
Life is in the rush of the stream
The noise didn't stop, as if it was hinting at something
As long as it's yours
Even the shadow and the taste
I kept it
Stay on a page that I've torn
Complete, or broken
It was the Holy Voice, calling to me
Ethereal, distant, sweeping away my demons
Notes hit my fingers
I closed my eyes slightly, and my fingers moved
Night, silence
I whispered in my ear
Wait for your own soul
(Evening of March 12, 2022)
Note: The image comes from a mobile phone selfie.