Wedge
I caress the piano with the fingers of my soul——
The melody passed through the half-open window,
I came to a tree that had been pruned because its branches and leaves were too lush,
The trees rustled;
The melody came to the flowers that had just been cut off,
The flowers support the delicate petals dripping with juice;
I bless all the injured things with the precipitation of my soul,
But what I want to truly bless is out of reach.
A voice asked me: What is left besides these?
I laughed,
Because only Yin Hua Dan is left...