For the reeds

A liquid plant

Planted in the old nostalgia

The roots of water, rooted in

Deep in the heart and memory

The reed drinks water, and the water drinks it

The change of shape and shadow, light and wave

The reed and the water become one

It is a vain reed

So it bows its humble head

In the wind, the reeds rustle and whisper

A meditation book turns nervously

The long hair of the water demon brushes the surface of the water

Its swaying obeys the wind

Respecting the swaying of the water

The swaying is the language of the heart

To the water and far away

But when you faintly hear

The reeds cry out in the depths of the desert

The return of an old wanderer to his hometown

It is the beginning of a new nostalgia

The hometown and the foreign land get up and change places

Water and sand, are two kinds of barren lushness

Slowly stepping into the same sky