Look up

I can't see you

I can't see your face clearly

Reach out and grab it

Doesn't touch your skin

I can't feel your warmth and coldness

Seasons

Leave to your condition

The moon rises in the east and sets in the west

The sun rises early and sets late

Look at your face

Grass sprouts

Flowers bloom

Craving for your touch

Crops dry up

Leaves drifting

Bear your ruling

A baby is born

The old man died

It's up to you

You flow through your hands

He slipped off his feet again

You don't spurn the poor

Rich, you don't pat and procrastinate

You're always in a hurry

It never stops

Who will cherish you

And he bore fruit in the shade of greenery

Whoever is going to be cold to you

And he did nothing, and was empty

Yesterday has become a distant memory

Today becomes yesterday's past

Tomorrow becomes today's moment

Everything has a beginning and an end

Only you have no beginning and no end

You're always in a hurry

Forever

(Thursday, November 29, 2012)