Poetry for Stone

Sweet-scented osmanthus has fallen,
I waited for you for another year.

The paddles open a piece of Autumn Water,
The mountains withered a bunch of peach red.

I cut my shoulders into the stone wall,
Looking back at your return from the treasure Road.

Shadow painted on the wall
Leave time behind.

With a smile,
Because of the fragrance of midnight.

I saw a bunch of shame on you,
Then I turned to laugh and sink into the sea of people.

I listen to the quietness and tide of heaven,
The ship of suffering is on the verge of reincarnation.

But never missed the seeding season,
Prepare the bud to sink to the bottom.

One day after another,
The day when the river went red.

And I forgot
Sweet-scented osmanthus has fallen,
I waited for you for another year.