it's dawn

I once followed the voice of a wooden fish

traversing the mountains, traversing the rivers

how hopeful

on the flowers of time and space

looking for tearful

love note

Yes, maybe I'm not strong enough

Perhaps the spring breeze outside the window is not warm enough

All things beyond the splendor

as if blessed

like a stupid person

standing under the starlight

Waiting for you to help me home

Snow not only erodes their bodies

And again and again crippling their souls

Yes, only plum blossoms are real

always after snow

The words of the matchmaker

tell the bride