The moon is like a melted ice, lie the bottom of lake
The wind falling from trees, is spreading over the water
She is digging waves, the face of a old nun

I am anxious someone look into my mind
Then quickly climb the mountain
I crowd myself into a stitch of stones

Escape from these voice of human world
I am crying, then hear the echo from the mountain
Three steps transmit my cry into sky

2010-11-1