Birth, life, death.
The trance is fleeting like the new sea level in the morning.
Riding on this cardamom youth, walking together in the twists and turns of life,
Uninhibited wings, longing for the same uninhibited sky.
Young footsteps firmly forward, confident and steadfast,
Where the spring rain is pouring, the dust is nirvana.
Loneliness hiding in the corner of young life is about to come out,
Wandering alone in the forest, feeling this natural and lonely prosperity,
Feet stepping over the leaves where life screams at the soles of the feet.
Sighing and unbearable earthly world, boiling and piercing human world,
Born into the world, dashing and free,
But a few people were really open-minded and watched the flowers blossom and fall before the court.
Turn gracefully in the soft seclusion of pine green mud,
Is it the Buddha's flower-picking smile, or is it the sophistication of ordinary people?
In the distance of the forest is the sea, and the forest meets the sea,
Surely the heart is sorry, not inhibited, not annoyed,
They all have the strength to accommodate vientiane, and they know how to look back at the noble and gorgeous place,
Or a Buddha or a man, there must be a beautiful form of existential thinking.
Youth is annoyed by this melancholy spring rain, and the drainage is dripping,
The fog in the forest seemed to cover the future of young people deliberately.
But the enchanting safflower in the heart is everywhere, it is the sun, it is enthusiasm, it is the hope of the weak crown of cardamom.
Looking up at this gray sky, what I see is the calmness of the sky,
The sky is a wise old man who lives in the distance,
The young people looked up to him and asked him with a humble heart,
But the words of the old man came quietly:
"Hope awaits in your future, the sun is buried in your heart, and I, soaring in your unruly thoughts."
--- comes from the author, Man Hee