One Day Thought
I dreamed of December.
When the sun is still high and
the blue sky falls to the ground,
From the silent world,
Nowhere to the ear,
Only the rustle of the trees
echoes in my ears.
A fantasy I had a dream
ticks away time. and now
it swallows time again.
It's all providence,
As if there were.
I dreamed of December.
Suddenly looking back,
I see the colorful leaves
dancing for a moment, and
onto the surface of the water
reflecting the bright blue sky
falling gently and calmly.
A fantasy I had a dream
ticks away time. and now
it swallows time again.
In a moment, As if the
bells of the tower ring.
Memory in Moment
