Are you coming gently?

It’s you, the color of the sky

Gently fall

Falling on the old bluestone

Oh, right?

One, heavy rain alley

The oil paper umbrella in the dream is far and near

Such as splashing ink in landscape painting

a scent

Memory, rendered

Dropped on you, missed from the sky

Are you gently coming?

Gently fall

Bring deep thoughts

Bringing the thoughts of the clouds to the earth

You are flying gently

Through the grass, flying over the flowers

Sparkling along the way

Everything is wonderful again because of you

......

Oh, right?

You in the distant sky,

Start falling gently again

Going back to the deep embrace of the earth again

The third day: fluttering mood