Oh, ugly midnight jasmine
Will my heart be bright just because I paint a bright colorful picture?
Don’t fill the hole made by love.
Over the sea that swallowed the sun,
Put it in a red ball and let it float
Not a cotton cloud, but a heavy fog,
It seeped in through the cracks in the door that could not be closed yet,
A ghost bride pretending to be a gentleman.
No matter how many times I open my eyes that I thought were closed.
I can only find,
Brushes, paints, paper and pencils.
Ah, fog and pits.
As pretty and clear as possible,
Old but only know how to hide,
Come out now, so I can hug you.
I’ll listen, hello, hello, hello.
I hear the sound of a turtledove