Sound Is Like a Banquet

At night, I listen to the heavy rain washing the bamboo and the wind falling, and the sound of insects blowing and frogs sounding like a banquet. I sat up wildly and watched the beads falling, the bright moon was intoxicating the mountains and rivers, it was like the stars were still hanging on the sunny sky... The young and frivolous boy carries the mountain of red dust on his back, walking alone in this complicated world, just to wash away the dust in his heart, be the best version of himself, and wait for the best her...