As I walked down the soulless valley one night
I heard the myriad sobs crying to be released
Your naked eyes were striking like thunders
Amidst the feist, your repulse was standing out sour.
I always craved the endless youth of the mountain brooks.
The cold waters that fuel the world with blood and growth.
Look at the macabre dance of the immortal bird.
What sadness and triumph exists in its every step.
The blood-stained trees stand imperious and authoritative.
You always liked to mock their unsuitable laughter.
What lives here may continue to exist forever
but their hearts will die every day.
Look at the immensurable sun.
Its gentle touch is asking you to join the frantic dance with bare feets.
The sharp rocks will be your radiant bed.
Do not let it scare you. The thorny flowers will be your crown.
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