July Night

The sun sets in the west

The heat of July

Fades in the twilight night

I take the hand of the breeze

I walk alone in the starlight

Along the river, I think of my days

With the waves lapping at the shore

Though not far away

There are whispering insects talking at night

And the fishing boats singing on the riverbed

But it's hard to blend with my loneliness

What a quiet night

A string of leisurely thoughts

Let me pick them up under the bending moon

So I said goodbye to the stars

Wrapped in the inspiration of my thoughts

Hiking home to the silent harbor

To turn the beads of sweat under the blazing sun

into a poetry stack for the July night

To send a handful of intoxication for the dawn

To embrace the night that is not lost in the morning dream

The mountain road turns back, my land is blank

An old acacia tree grows on my father's smoking pot

Flowering white blood breaks the earth, his sweat

So precious, powerful, occasionally in Taeda expectation

I run alone on the train

Like a fallen leaf caught in a book

Sunshine brings rain and wind even when the sky turns cloudy

The weight paradox of the building like an evergreen tree

Focused to the corners of the gaze

Despite the sadness and helplessness

I experience the sunrise in the east from a window