The Sun Hasn't set at 9:00 pm

When I look down at the dirt,

I'm thinking of the universe and stars;

When I look up at the moonlight,

I'm thinking of green grass and roots.

Closing my eyes,
the mountains are undulating in front of me;

Covering my ears,
I heard the waves and the sound of the spray.

The rocks vaguely remember the stories in Jurassic:

No human in long nights at that time;
The bones have the carves of traces thousands of years ago;

The dust never ends;
The dewdrops are like shining stones;

Countless jungles are witnessed by the pupils of leopards.

The fish is the sowing of the lake.

A fruit falls in the distant mainland.

The little insect lost its way in the giraffe's markings.

Only the big tail squirrels know the path in pine trees.

The trees grow out of vines, Is to entangle the horns;

The sand turns golden, Is to reflect the scales;

The clouds go slowly, Is to lift the bird's feathers;

The wind blows lowly, Is to smooth the animals' hair.

Warm rain rained all night, until dawn.

The cicada didn't wake up the sleepy moss.

The ocean goes back to the polar,

the rainbow is shaking in the crystallization of the glacier.

Don't bother the people who in the dreams,

Don't bother me when I'm in my dreams.

There are shallow weeds in the vicinity,

Gloaming and smog in the distance.

The climate of the desert is mild,

The sky where sunset glow perched hasn't fallen asleep yet.