Staying up in the world of love
Soft night,
Soft light,
Soft figures like water.
And I seemed to grunt in the water,
Don't call, struggle silently.
The fish stay away from me and don't bait me.
Nightingales sing in the woods.
The moon is quiet and quiet,
I floated to the surface, struggling without exhaustion
The April wind is getting weaker,
It's all because May is turning into a sea of flowers.
The beauty of nature comes wave after wave.
Soft water keeps me awake and keeps me stoic.
A petal of a flower falls, a branch shakes make me suspicious and contemplative,
The world I know is full of love,
I spent time in the world of love.
