Mecca/Wen
Silent man my good brother
I almost forgot about you
You walk down the street melancholy all day long
Like a tiny projection of a beam of sunlight
Covered with a humble and silent self
Years of people singing and singing
You're standing in a dark corner
Thinking about something or trying to say something
However, nothing was touched at all
Silent brothers
After drifting from the river of years
I'll take your melancholy
It is a cloud that drifted away many years ago
Let me find a lot of inspiration and inspiration
A person who stands drinking under the scorching sun
It's your brother
A person who sits alone in the middle of the night and meditates
It's your mother
You come from the same sky
Bring to life a deeply inner philosophy
Then forgotten before dawn
But I can never forget
You posture gently
I am also a taciturn neem tree
Silently lifted up and knocked down by the light wind
Well, my silent brother
After drinking the last cup of buckwheat wine
Can you tell me easily
Who is the door of your silence open for?
We load our hearts
It can no longer bear too much melancholy and sorrow
