Ancient road. A chilly light discarding pale face
Drawing the latest headline on the lips of the maiden
Will twinkle at the cliff, in a sudden
I understand an instant that
Black whirlwind revolts
If the disguised prisoners take off their black uniforms
And crowd at every step into high-spirited street, but
Its shadow is engraved with
Patterns like a forestation tree
If the extruded hieroglyph, at this moment
Would turn into slim hands
Caressing the dream in sound sleep, while the dreamland
Therefore, opens the faded doors and windows
Letting fly countless transparent phoenix birds
Anyway, girls chuckles
Would flow into men’s rivers
Which has to widen the riverbed of Love season
Injecting dark red hope
Thus has to shake countless feathers off, falling on seashore,
Then on Corban Festival night
Weave a song belonging to self, and a faith
To be sent
To mother afar