To-day, on this gloomy morning, I heard that the inner word was but to shake the closed latch. I thought, "What shall I do? Whose call is my word to. Over the barn of labor, Holding a torch of music, rushing to tryst the world? Under whose eyes hinted at all my scattered pains, they immediately merged into a kind of joy and turned into a kind of scorching and flickering fire? I can only give The people who come to pray to me with this tune will give me everything. Where is my ascetic who destroys everything standing in the street?" The pain in my heart is clothed today in ocher cassock. It yearns for the way outside, the way away from all labor; As the footsteps are played, it buzzes loudly.

What song did the bamboo flute play on the first day we met? She played: "My man from afar has come to me." The bamboo flute also sings: "If you want to keep it, I'm keeping what you can't keep; if you want to get it, I can get everything that was abandoned."'' So, why didn't the bamboo flute play music during the day? Because half of the meaning is forgotten by me. I only remember that she is by my side, but I don’t think that she is thousands of miles away. Half of love is meeting, which I have seen before, but the other half of love is separation, which is what I am The unseen. The distant insatiable rendezvous is no longer to be seen; the barriers near at hand have been erected.

Between two people lies the infinite sky; there is loneliness, there is no words. Only the sound of the flute can fill the huge loneliness. If there is no gap in the vast sky, the bamboo flute will not play music. The sky between us has passed into darkness, filled with daily labors, words, with daily fears, poverty, worries... A month ago, the breeze was breezy; I sat on the bed without any sleepiness, and felt pain and sadness in my heart; I remembered that the person who was close to me had been lost by me. How will this separation end? This is her eternal separation from me. At sunset, when I come home from get off work, who will talk to me? She is just one of millions of people in the world; I can understand her, I can know her, but she has exhausted herself.

But where is my one who has not exhausted myself, my one and only kin? To what hopeless shore shall I find her again? When did I talk to her again, in which leisurely evening full of the student's jasmine scent? At this time, the new rain appeared on the eastern land, like a fat blue robe drifting. Then I remembered the words of the poet Wu Jiuyi. I seemed to feel that it was sending a cloud messenger to my lover. Let my song fly! Let it fly over the insurmountable foreign lands that are so close and far away! However, in this way, my singing must travel against time, let it go back to the day when we first met! That day was full of pathetic flutes; All the fragrances of the eternal spring, all the mourning and weeping were mingled; that day the deep sighs of the kaidoki bushes, and the squeaking leaves of the sarahs expressed passionate self-sacrifice.

By the deserted lake, in the dense forest of coconut trees, the rain is pattering; after the rain, please send my words to the ears of the one I love, who is probably there with her hair in a bun and her sari around her waist , busy with housework. Let this new rain land on our parting with the wedding greetings of Tianyu and Dadi. Let the inexpressible words hidden deep in my lover's heart, like the strings that suddenly strike, vent out! Let her Let the green sari of the color of the distant woods hang over her head. Let all the notes of clouds and rain resound in her piercing eyes. May that Becour who braids her hair Wreaths are more gorgeous!

The darkness in the bamboo grove grew thicker with the singing of cicadas, and the cold wind blew the lamps and tremblingly extinguished. At this time, she left the world she was attached to, and at night when my lonely heart was sober, walked along the road filled with the smell of moist grass. The forest path went. When she got into the car for a moment, she turned her face and cast her last look at me. Where can I hide this gaze in this huge world? Where can I find a place like this ___ where the seconds never fly by again. All the golden splendor in the colorful clouds is integrated into the sunset glow. Could it be said that the gaze she cast won’t merge with the sunset glow? Since the gold powder in Nagkesor flowers can be washed away by rain, why can’t the rain water wash away the sunset glow? Eyes away?

Since this gaze travels through countless things in the world, why does it stay in countless nonsense and countless pains? Her momentary gift, through everything in life, comes to me, I want to compile it into lyrics and music; I want to preserve it in the beautiful heaven. The king's authority, the rich man's money, belong to the dead in this world. But is there nothing in tears that can make that momentary look eternal? The voice sang, "Well, give it to me, please! I have not touched the king's power, nor the rich man's money; but those little things have become my eternal treasure; with them I will weave endless necklaces." "