The shallow tree is attached to the deep culvert, and the branches are falling with smoke to spend thousands of springs.
The clouds and rain make little shadows, and the sound of music blows through the light dust in the bright night.
The blooming flowers break through the frost, and their dim beauty flows with the flowing water.
How can I shed tears without disturbing the bright moon?
It is a silent tree, silently watching him pass from life to life. Watching him hold up a bottle and looking at the moon, listening to his helpless scream and singing, feeling his bright eyes and clear tears... His appearance is different in every life, but it recognizes that it is him.
A tree, in endless time, was moved and shed tears.