A shooting ball is swooshing;
People in globe are watching.
On a sudden
Hails of cheers, vales of tears.
...
Sunset on river spreads its ember,
Half cold jade, half warm amber.
...
A new moon rises in an old poem,
And leans upon my window.
Her graceful smiles mellow
My osmanthus to bloom.
...
Football Is Round
A shooting ball is swooshing;
People in globe are watching.
On a sudden
Hails of cheers, vales of tears.
At losers' silence, winners're proud
Football is round.
In the humming of vuvuzel
Behind yellow and red card
All pass in the eyes of eagle
Nothing is impossible.
Football is round
For entertaining goal.