詩人的眼淚
天空飄著雪 The sky fleeting with snow. 詩人的淚 The poet's tears. 誰懂? Who understands? 提著筆 Pen held. 眼里含著淚 Tears in the eyes. 寫下腦海里所有感人畫面。 All the moving pictures... The poet is about to begin this journey before the first light of dawn. [The clouds slowly [The poet wishes to walk in the light.] [This life The wind blows across his right shoulder. The moon is still apparent on the other side of the sky. Whether it is night or day, the poet does not want to be trapped in between. The poet is carefree. The poet's heart is free of control. The poet decides his(her) destination. The feelings of chaos, self-esteem, good, and bad all do not matter. As long as there is compassion, the poet is not afraid of strangeness. No matter how high the sky, the poet's happiness will surpass it. To the poet, Happiness is the most important. No matter how strong the wind is, it will not blow away the poet's compassion. Every village or town the poet passes by, the poet will greet cold and warm peop...