Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Counting a pile of dreams

Thinking about it for many years

The meaning written in regret

As pleasant as a lonely rainbow

Riding in the small town to the evening

The east wind does not come, and the rain in the south of the Yangtze River passes again

The fragrance of blooming flowers at dawn

Suzuki also met Haru

Feather into twilight

Season leaf carving time

Drifting in the mysterious river

There is no trace of the old moon, and I think of the starry sky in the distance

Endless thoughts on the beach

Painted as a lighthouse of time

The poetry of growing old

Drowning in the past three thousand times

I also saw the new chrysanthemums in the distance

The lotuses bloom and fall at the end of the year, don’t disturb the dream of returning to the past