Just yesterday, I found myself
It's a rough stone
Roll down a steep hill on one side
Roll to dusk, roll until midnight in the early hours of the morning
Blocked by a thick wall
No matter how hard you try, break free
Neither can travel gently in the night
Those bulging places were stained with starlight
More dust has accumulated in those concave places
All night long, it was like a fortified fortress
I wish the moonlight was a silver broomstick
Let the starlight fly into a difficult dream
Let the dust escape into the paper basket of the old
I wish the sun were a golden broomstick
Sweep away the stardust and your sky is pure
Sweep away the dust, my soul crystalline
Now, you're standing outside the wall
I am still a stone
I don't want to roll down, I just want to be covered with moss
Birds fall and flowers bloom
You look at the jade-like mountains and rivers
Just hang it on your chest