I pour a cup of tea at noon that makes me sleepy.
I want to use it to wash away my sleepiness,
Let the temperature of the tea
Warm my cold heart.
Lavender on the table
Stretch its flowers in the wind,
She trembles slightly
and reveals her secrets:
'The beauty of this bunch,
If you don't care about
It will quietly fall into sludge...'
Wake up,
Open my lazy eyes
and look at the world outside the window.
The birds sliding in the city
Chase the white clouds in the distance.
The sun gently caresses the earth.
Have I ever smelled the aroma of tea carefully,
brewing a season of fragrance and happiness,
bringing the breath of the mountains last year
to me the present.
Please cherish everything in life,
every accidental inevitability,
this almost impossible encounter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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