Quietly she came

Quietly she came,

Steps in the chrysanthemum,

Come in,

There is a sound of birds homing,

There are fish that want to shine out of the water,

Have played the old piano,

Many people don’t know who’s eyes,

Falling on the birch tree,

Daddy,

Through the wisdom of loneliness.

Tonight,

The moon became the night lover,

Extraordinarily bright and colorful,

Those posted outside the window,

Wrapped in iced flowers,

In my dreams,

Slowly dissolved.

The third day: lively Fenger