Painted in the winter of 2008. Wait for the wind to come and blow away all my sorrows; wait for the rain to come and confuse all my tears.
The fine dust is flying in the wind, the flowers are falling in the wind, falling in love with the wind and dust, sighing for the life of the muddy road, looking forward to the rain, then the dust settles, and is crushed into spring mud, without words or love, without obsession or resentment, without hurt or thought, smiling in the breeze, ecstatic in the strong wind, the sky is clear, the wind is gentle and smooth, and I sing a song to sigh at the end of the year and the beginning of the year, and feel the pain of the turning of the season.