There is a wind from the sky on an early summer night

There is an isolated beauty to a person's back

Follow the path you came from, follow the unknown road

There is no light from the street lights

There will be no joy either

I clearly saw the figure on the street

All I could see was a little bit of rain

The early summer night has wind from the river

There is a kind of shaky fluttering in the reflection of a person

Follow the path of the predecessors, follow the path without footprints

There is no flickering of fishing fire

There will be no beating of the song either

I clearly saw that the island was empty

What I saw was a heartbreaking performance

There was rain from the sky on an early summer night

There is a poignant beauty to the figure of a person

Follow the trail of rain falling but not go in the direction

There is no whisper under the umbrella

There will be no happiness in the embrace

I clearly saw the figures disappear one by one

What I saw was a rain flower in my eyes

The early summer night has the temptation of the river

There is a feeling of thinness in one's body

The flow along the river is not as powerful as the river

There was no applause from both sides of the strait

There will be no struggle either

I can clearly see the dancing of my hands

What I saw was a gradual drift

When the hands first touch the river water in early summer, the first time to feel the biting bone is also a kind of enjoyment, the river flow is gentle, the island in the river is blurred in the night, but when the body is in contact with the river, there is no trembling or panic, with the dance of the hands, in the complete embrace with the river water again to experience the cold different from the rainy night, the pinprick feeling melts into the skin little by little, and drills into the bones a little bit. I know that this is the only way to calm my mind, I know that I can't swim to the island in the river, I can't keep myself in a constant area, the only thing I can do is to flow with the flow of the river, and feel the same helplessness of life in the flow. All I could do was to be surrounded by cold as in the middle of this river......