The ripples on the water are long in summer, and the lotus dances in blue and fragrant green.
The tears drip down endlessly, and there are no clouds in the deep smoke.
The waves hit the group of carps in their dream, and they were aware of the night only when there was sound but no shadow.
Cover your ears not to hear the laughter of fish and frogs, the rain hits the green lotus, and the dream disappears.