Walk into Lakeside

Walk into the shore of Lake

Cloud shadow listening to the distant chirping of the turtledove

My heart is so happy that I can't help but dance with my hands

The wind gently slips in and reads my mind

The heart and the dusk look at each other and move the palette

The brush in my hand swims between the green hills and the water

I like my wild self in the slightest intoxication

The lake is rippling, the willow is flourishing like a young man

I ask the violets along the road in turn

Is it the frog's song that scares the imagery

Or is it the dragonfly dripping the dew drops

When I learned to keep quiet about everything

The future of my life is already in another line