Make a Wish in the World

The secular world is so complicated. The years are fleeting and half of my life is wandering. A common tune faded away. Tossing and turning among the wind, flowers, snow and moon, looking for a beautiful thing. Pick up the green steps, pick the fallen flowers, and cut off the desolation. There are sparse shadows, and I am alone in the dust. Wishes come to nothing and time is spent in vain.