I don't know when,
perhaps some days ago,
I started to like clouds.
Look at it;
Sometimes it spreads out in the sky;
Sometimes it gathers into a bundle;
Sometimes it rolls over in black waves;
Sometimes it is light and quiet!
Imagine,
If I were a cluster of clouds on the edge of the sky,
Let the wind blow,
Lazy,
Without thinking, I would float away.
Drift to the other side of the sky,
Perhaps there is,
A blue sea,
Shining out of the white dress,
Red face,
I wandered like a baby above the sea.
If I could meet the newly risen sun,
I would spread out with the crimson sunrise,
letting the sunlight penetrate my cloudy garments as much as possible,
I would turn into a fluttering colorful butterfly,
gently swinging my wings,
flattering as a fluttering maiden,
making people on the mountainside stop to watch.
If there is a chill,
I will throw a tantrum,
shed tears of aggression,
The tears will turn into rainbows,
and wisely tell those who labor,
that there are bridges connecting the earthly and heavenly realms.
The evening after a thunderstorm,
Let the remaining sunlight spread over me.
Fish scales drenched in haze,
No longer able to move,
Waiting quietly for the sky,
Graying ......
Darkening .......
It's cold,
A ferocious chill binds me,
and tears me into tiny flakes,
drifting and falling!
Covering a small patch of barren hills,
Melting the body,
Soaking the raw thorns.
The wind blew gently
Spring came,
Interspersed with the scent of flowers,
Again, I was held up,
Sent back to the blue sky,
I was again lifelong ......
Drifting... ...
in the sky!
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