Declarations/Proclamations

—Twenty-six lines dedicated to the ordinary heroes on the front lines of the COVID-19 battle

The Earth endured a severe illness in 2020

The planets retreated

Even the sunlight was unusually cautious

A crowded street is no longer a name for festivity

Red flowers in the East Hemisphere withered overnight

Tears remained in the West Hemisphere

Winter aggressively stepped on the tail of spring

As if without a return date

White Angels awakened overnight

The shadow of love embraced separation

Masks covered mouths and noses

Leaving eyes, engraving you in your gaze

Idle chatter became the enemy of courage

The ringing of the phone was the only comfort

Your New Year's Eve is missing the wine glass

White coats became your New Year's greeting

The invisible enemy is always fear

The scythe of death doesn't know where to hook

Perhaps the next one is you

You bite your teeth and persevere

Heroic seeds don't need to sprout

Just sow them and they will become towering trees

The moonlight in front of the bed remains like frost

Lightly pick up a piece and take a shallow taste

You are the strongest scales before the epidemic

Eight directions converge and form armor

They say it's a chance encounter, fate

I don't call it a summon, I'm at peace

I write declarations with scarce pens

I pray that spring will never dry up on Earth every year

Cooked into thin cakes, placed on the palm

Choose a landscape where mountains and rivers are unharmed, where everyone is safe

Bounce and jump, give it to you