Phi Star Dai Moon
Twilight blocked the view

The distance is submerged below the horizon
Fluttering hearts
Where is the haven?
Nostalgic for the warmth of the thatched hut as a child
Hourglass of time
Day and night regardless of the season
Behind him build a mound
The road ahead
There is sunshine and wind and rain
The gaze is always ahead of the footsteps
There is no spirit in his hometown
The water of my hometown is also intoxicating
Why should the fallen leaves return to the roots of autumn?