The next year's flower-fire, the time of the gear

The next year's flower-fire, the time of the gear

The bright light of the lantern seems to illuminate the world, illuminating your night;
The departed ancestors, with the bright flower fire to commemorate, as well as you see the bloom;
Although know that the beautiful moment is gone, but this happiness will always be in our hearts;
In the warm summer, I like you more.

That little spark, like the lighted eyes, the dark night sky, is illuminated by this pupil;
Warm water, drifting over jingjing's eggs, drifting through the dark green kelp, drifting across the bright sun;
I love your skin, I love your hair, I love your intoxicating breath and clear eyes;
July is your season, so I lit a lamp.

The Gears of time, in constant swing, lost gears, the time still turning;
Just the illusion of unnecessary accumulation, and that the internal genes, no one can know;
Stay here, the gears are still turning, not to see the dirty, because there is no need;
I can't see your face, I can't see your color, and I still look.

Goodbye, the continuation of your life, next year, I will wait here, quietly staring at you in the lake;
I do not see you, but I want you to know that I am looking at you, although my eyes are still empty;
In the quiet of the noisy shore, I think it is your voice;
The bubbles that float on the surface of the water melt in the air and scatter in the fire of flowers.

The seaside old Willow, left the shadow of the past, want to see your past, so keychains;
Be free to destroy the future, see your Shadow, know the end of me, determined to choose another path;
This is just another form of normal distribution, seemingly observe everything, in fact, no known;
Many want to take this first step, to the real self, others have no need.

A few simple symbols were written on the blackboard, and the rules of Time were written;
The future is the reincarnation of the future, the past is the memory of the past;
Quietly looking at the calm river bank, staring at the eternal you;
I have taken this step and started to really be myself.

Kongdong-Yang
2015/1/3

The next year's flower-fire, the time of the gear