After our shadow side
One day we ll meet again
Like a paper boat and
A Qinliang watermelon in the river.
The world s anxiety will
With us. We will
Losses sun with the palm,
Holding the lantern close to each other.
One day, the wind will not
Change direction.
White birch leaves will
Feeding on the threshold of our shoes.
The hunt wolves
Our innocence.
They will dust butterfly
Left on our cheeks.
An old woman who will tell the story
About us each morning in the waiting room
Even now I say
It has also been said before: we are waiting for the wind
Like two flags on the border.
One day all shadows
It will pass from us.