Those silk threads are closely interwoven together.
Sadness. The restless soul walks,
I can't see.
Black sleep and dusk live here.
A batch of rain is divided into tearful eyes.
Serve wine, worship and burn incense.
Solemn.
Let the ancestors in.
Throw away the water-deficient lightning
Don't dodge, don't extricate yourself, have ideas.
"Until another Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Sunshine or rainy season
Flowers or body temperature
Missing or tears
The depth of the smile
Delivered to love far away.
Until another attachment
Accompanying or whispering
Standing or facing?
Memory or hypothesis
The road to smile
Longing for the past life.
Until another cloud
Fly or surpass
Walk or run
Rotate or follow.
Respond with a smile
Pour out past dreams
2. Under the loess
This is a foreign land,
There are different surnames living in it
I think it must be a blessing,
None of the people who went came back.
Close your eyes and go in.
Bypass the black funeral
Let tears and paper dust,
Like the wind.
People on the loess can't even think of it.
Like me
I can't believe my dear grandma is dead.
I think she just went to live in a foreign land.
Spinning and embroidery
Save some delicious food for me. In a remote place
Take care of me like a virgin and bless me.
Prayer and praise