You three hundred years ago
It's so out of reach
If the end of life is another flower blooming
Then I think I met you
you say
In this Forbidden City everyone has a mask
You have long been accustomed to my clear eyes and silly smile
and looking at you blankly with his face in his hands
You are a sea turtle on the snowy peak of Qinghai
Brave and good at fighting, strategizing
Standing on the cusp of the storm and watching the sun and moon rotate
that year
Things are different and people are different
I stand where a patch of yellow flowers sways
Wait for a light
Let me come back to you again