Love's Tale: Immerse Yourself in the Love Harvest, Let Spring Reap, and Drift with the Wind
Love's Tale: Immerse yourself in the love harvest, let spring reap, and drift with the wind.
When the sun withdraws its golden armor,
A rainbow rises into the clouds in my eyes.
Drunk, in the Star Harbor defending,
Immersed, in the silent depths of the earth,
The owl whispers the language of the black night,
The secret of dawn rings the dreams of the infiltrator,
Lightning spreads its arms, igniting the sacred fire,
Love's scythe harvests the moonlight,
Fang, like a compass hangs in the sky,
Chasing the person of dreams, folding clothes,
Scooping a ladle of spring's movement,
Hanging into summer's wardrobe,
Sipping autumn's intensity,
Lighting winter's cold,
Flame walks among the bones,
Requiem soaks the tombstone of the underworld,
Air rolls in the oil pan of hell,
Silence becomes the messenger of light,
The mist of the heart shyly lies in the mountains,
The wine bag spills the secrets of the hills,
Ivy wraps the lovers' parting,
The forest shakes the light years of love,
Thunder awakens the eternal heart of the watchman,
Sudden rain flows into the creek,
Is it parting or meeting,
Is it tears also smiles,
When the eyelids are coated with gold, life is dipped in yearning,
I, a lover intoxicated,
Shaking the warmth of the fence,
Buried deep the love of the earth,
Immerse yourself in the love harvest,
Let spring reap, and drift with the wind
