Silver Moon

Silver Moon

Silver moon, blow her again to me

Thee come from the innocence

As the spring was no longer in bloom

At the summer with cheerful friends

Round and round try to seek for the old bee

But my garden smell sour still,

And the breeze dry swept the leaves

Steady numb, rest in low

Hang out the crowd, get high

Numb and low, numb and low

High and vague, high and vague

Walk on a wire, new season would overcome

believing in mother’s love

peaceful grass, no colour of flowers