Slowly, the fuchsia-colored blossoms fall to the solid ground
I begin to know that this is the season of unhalted destiny
The eastern wind is blowing towards the sleeping hills
Sister Sun shines Her light comfortably on my face


A leaf lands meekly on my befitting shoe
It draws my attention to the life I adherently cherish
Not long after, a drizzle breaks through the melancholy heavens
I realize that life revolves around the persons we meet


The shower suddenly stops and a soothing rainbow appears
I wonder what it wants to tell me
With silver eyes, I shout my significant joy
Thank Skyheaven! I have found a concealed meaning


Life combines with the overarching harbor of love
As the water rushes on in the rivers, so do the living
It is a magic potion that brings forth displaced happiness
For someone, it humbly pronounces a golden cloud of truth

"Life can be full of paradoxes, but I say it is a pretended derision."