Street Shop 3
Come and ask for something like the sky, in the fresh air
The firewood dries and I just pick it up and non-it, that
Those who are close to what it is picked up are: "active" close to life.
If it's over, I think, go to the hillside to shepherd the sheep.
The spring cold is precipitous, I poked my head out and looked at the courtyard outside the window,
The cold wave hit, and the trees swayed in the wind
Leaf by leaf fell to the ground. Spring
There are two sides to this, and that thinking can only be
Because it is complete, it is full, and it occupies one of them.
The spring blossoms are composed of cold spring and are extremely short-lived
Inside, none even represents that the attack itself has been completed.
And then everything is as if nothing has happened,
Moving on, years ago, I used to push,
Stone mill in the wheat field in front of the door. Push it in modernization,
The strangeness inside is replaced by a gradual disappearance.
It's like it's happening gradually, like people
On the contrary, are people free?
They now lie in heaven and earth, from the rolling hills.
