老键

静静的树
在谁的风景里
静静地漫步，衣袂牵着衣袂
风搂着风
季节垂下了布
我揣着陶
摩挲

一个简陋的月份
有着美学
和快感的尾声

The silent trees
In whose scenery
Silently walk, sleeves holding sleeves
Wind hugs wind
Seasons hang down the cloth
I hold clay
Caress

A simple month
Has aesthetics
And the finale of pleasure