wandering people still run around in a new starting point

raving for the warm season. Waiting for spring dreams do not say goodbye, because tomorrow is the start of spring happiness. Bright glow painting the sky, wandering people still run around in a new starting point. Wind clouds over the moment, ten thousand meters gracious sun quietly dyeing his shoulder. He still walked quietly, unknowingly. Life wasted in the mountains, in the years of relentless frost edge, in the beginning of each section clear of the bridge after the rain. He walked off the walk. Noon sun baked through, through the midnight moonlight, through the dawn to greet the dawn each day. For each goodbye tomorrow, bye happiness. Goodbye happy dawn, sunset drift in the breeze in the rice fields.