Dang Xiong (October 13th 1994 / USA)

The leaves blow in the wind;
The waves crash on the shore,
Animals, lazy from the hunt,
That is the way of nature.

The croak of frogs, the chirps of birds;
Worn out paths and new-built roads,
The ruins worn out through the years, newly built cities of our time,
Nature, this is its way.

Nature, what's your nature;
Kindness and hate, two main natures,
Natures of love and hate, many have experienced,
All natures have beauty I'm not mistaken.

All natures are special and beautiful in their own way,
No matter what.