My ant’s life is not worth a damn.
If it could be like the moon,
I would convert it into paper money and
Mail it to you.Just as
The sun fulfills the wishes of the daytime,
Not only to comfort and delight love.
Rose’s smile is also my smile;
Rose’s cry is also my cry.
The Acacia tree opens the doors of heaven or hell to me,
Whether it blossoms or falls.
June 12, 2020.