Sprouting

I don't know how to say about this land

Numerous literati and writers have been nurtured

While few of the truest shouts

Two thousand years later, some people still

Pointed to the deer and said, that's a horse

They were able to identify her using DNA

To another her

They built high, airtight walls

They dared not let her speak

Silence within the walls

Does not necessarily mean indifference

The chain she wears is also worn on

Each heart of those who dare not speak

But wind, wind can enter through any crack

When the flames will go out

Wind can rekindle the blaze of the heart

Let the wind blow, don't stop

Wind can bring from outside the wall

Spring's messages

I heard some weak voices in the dark

Under the permafrost, there are sprouts of

Grass and trees