Look at the sky above the clouds and the flowers that bloom at night,
Why are they all experiencing the same suffering?
The wind chewing tears blows the dream that cannot be awakened.
Look at the plum trees in early spring, with flowers as white as snow,
Why can't it be compared to maple and fall like red snowflakes?
Is it the pain that remains in my heart, or the blood red is not visible,
But in the inadvertent laughter, I realized that they were all covered with wounds.
——Wake up from a dream and listen to the rain. There are tears but there is no mercy, but there is no wine but one is drunk.
Conception: