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
