Half is buried in the soil peacefully,
Half is floating on air delightfully;
Half throws the shade for passerbys' cool,
Half enjoys the sunshine.

Quiet still and proud.
Never rely on, never look for.

If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a breeze,
That moment could be an eternity.

No sentimental feelings, no affectionate eyes.

Half wanders in the rain,
Half travels in spring scenery