At this time, the bright moon reflected the scenery from the window.
Will be in this world of mortals.
Walk through a clear dream
The breeze evoked memories of the past.
Blow your nose gently and it will grow.
Poetic Wizard of Oz
Days, like sunshine, sing and dance.
The moon rotates in a transparent outline.
The branches and leaves are bright all the way.
Time is like running water, flowing through everything.
All the filth will be filtered out in the annual rings.
Who says the world is full of disturbing footsteps?
The breeze and the bright moon are clearly intertwined in the ear.
There are even strings like snow.
In the fleeting time of dance.
Let the wind cover you and let the moon fall on the branches.
Maybe you can hear birds singing in the four seasons.
In the quiet field, there was a distant song.
Life is no longer tossing and turning.