Chapter 27 Life
Life,
you are a tune,
I am the one who sings;
you are the river
I am a boat, a small white sail
When I was a traveler,
You, the fields, the forests, the mountains.
no matter what,
upside down intimately implicated
you and me,
I will pass through you forever;
i survive
You are the river of my life,
Reason equal force.
Your existence
in the beating of my chest
five-color splendor
but we cross each other
Did not leave each other in trouble.
…………
now i'm dead
you,--
I will hand you over to others!