In a huge wave of red and black
You run toward a lonely island all of a sudden
But nobody remembers
In the shadow of stones
The bank-side mountains suddenly turn into
A backdrop, and only you
In the memory of mountain-like silence
Are deducting another philosophy of human life
That is the dusk of May
The sunshine folds you harmoniously
Bronze lips
Even the wildly laughing deity
In the reflected light of the burning sun
Spread huge hands, to expose you
Who are naked
Before its thirty-two winds