Spring thunder
Heavy rain scattered the funeral crowd
Thunder tears the sadness of winter
The fat monk picked his teeth and looked down the mountain
I'm afraid people will trample on his crops
Sheep in the sky blown by the strong wind
Looking at the owner on the ground in panic
The children ran up the hill cheering
Color your eyes
The pleasure of betrayal
The sadness of setting up a flag as king
Buried the piety of walking alone
Buried the desire to grow quietly
The courage of waiting for all things to wake up
The power to wait for the clouds to disperse
Waiting to lose the hot star
Waiting for a hundred turns of indifference
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