White clouds like a feather come to be carried on the breeze,
Trees silently come to me with fingers waving,
It's heavy as being pressed with all the gravity of the earth.
Want to fly like the foam of wave,
Want to get away like the wind of hurricane.
9,999meters above the sea level,
Rain endlessly falls with silence holding.
Thou,
Muscle melts like volcanic lava,
With insensitive bones as a hardened stone,
Shabbily I look at only ground with my face down a field.
You,
Blood vessels crack like the ground after the earthquake,
Thirsty bare rice field is crying,
Poorly I watch only the sky with my back leaning on the river.
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