"Process"
Lindbergh
January you haven't shown up yet
February you sleep next door
It rained heavily in March
Roses everywhere in April
We sat across from each other in May, as if in a dream
So it's June
In June, the grass is in full bloom and everything is fragrant.
July, a mixture of joy and sorrow
The waves of wheat roll along with the grass until the end of the world
August is August, I keep my mouth shut in August
In August I am the water in the bottle and you are the clouds in the sky
September and October are two eyes filled with the sea
You are on the sea, I am under the sea
November has not come yet
Through its window, I saw December
Heavy snow in December
Concept: The power of youth