Sonnet 03

Sonnet 03

Now the emerald moon looking at me
Thinking my life is poetic picture
I sing, play, go, dance, write and I can see
The kind, nice earth is dumb with being sure

Never missing the old days what it is
Truthfulness and love, both were in the past
Floating and floating, the green perfume, she's
Long crystal in my mind, the great things, last

Still poems, paintings, pieces of music
Living together in the weary days
The sun slants on soul, and it's fantastic
My breath, itself never pays, never pays

A sum of money for God helping us
Oh, the inn is the swift one like a bus.