The cloud terrace depicts a sitting figure. A moment resting between the lips of spring. The sparkling sunlight on the eyelids. Wet with the green six-eight verse of January.
Pour dew to make a full cup of tea
Invite each other's eyes to gather in silence
Hand wave birdsong
Gone are the ups and downs
Long river weaves waves
Whose boat turns the sun, rowing leisurely?
I came back to wake up in the second day of the new year.
Fragrant hair painted dreams interwoven with spring green
The sound of the flute echoes in the alley
Smoke streaks of copper paint the windbreaker
Oh... "the starling escaped from its cage"
Your shadow is printed between the lines of folk songs
Amidst the swaying green leaves
Flocks of swallows flow into the poem
Who secretly picked a piece of the moon dream
Hang up the contract waiting far away
Cloud terrace depicts a sitting figure
Moments between youthful lips
Glittering drops of sunlight on the eyelashes
Wet six-eight rhyme, green January.