In the silent corner of the lake,
White reeds cling to the water.
A light breeze blows, a leisurely whisper,
Such as the last note in a poem.
The sun shadow is mottled, the moonlight is like a wash,
It waited, silently.
Green leaves, lightly wrapped in dreams,
In the flow of years, like the pure love of first love.
Fluttering whispers, like snowflakes falling,
In the cold, it hides the mind.
Listening to the fallen leaves, talking to the wind,
In the silence, fill the rhyme of the seasons.
The clothes sprinkled with the sunset,
It is the warmth of the sunset.
O white reed, you are so indifferent,
Wait, the whisper of the years.
Your shadow, against the water,
In the silent night, they talk to each other.
The stars streak across the sky,
For your watch, put on a silver coat.
That's a secret agreement.
In the wordlessness, it has been deeply imprinted.
O white reed, you are so determined,
Wait, that pure.
Regardless of wind or rain, cold or heat,
You stand quietly, there.
In the long river of years,
Waiting for that eternal hope.
This is your psalm,
O white reed, your story.
In silent waiting,
You already have, the most beautiful psalm.
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