River

The water, that is the river spitting out a tongue

Water, that is the river brewing the wine that will never stop

Bending and tumbling, that is the path of life that the water travels

The spring compressed by the earth

Water is like a slender man who can never pull the river straight

That is the umbilical cord that could not be cut when my mother gave birth to me

When my father left the river, the boat opened the white road

Planting youth and fishing songs

The little ducks, the black moles on the river's skin

The egret, holding up a tall glass

Touching the water so that the flowing water cannot catch its own shadow

The two piers separated by the river, looking through the autumn water, tears flowing into the river

A ferry boat sends away their love and loneliness

The stubborn river flows eastward

But who will pull it back?

The reed flowers on the water page

But the sorrow of autumn is not spelled out

I went to the river bank to pick up

The lost chase, lingering and love

I went to the heart of the river to retrieve the water floating with tiles and stones

I went to the river to retrieve the wet water ballads of my childhood

When I peel back the water, my eyes become moist

Smell the smell of my hometown

Holding a pot of wine like water

Why do I get drunk in the embrace of my mother's smoke?