The rain, she is weeping
The wounded girl trembles
Yet she pours her tears upon the earth
Praying for the withered trees to sprout new branches
For all things to be rejuvenated once more
No one responds, a dead silence
The rain, she is choking back sobs
The girl shivers, expressing her discontent
Why do people avoid her, no longer producing?
Why do the beasts fear her, stumbling alone?
Why does the sky resent her, so bleak?
Could it be that the world is rotting?
The rain, she is moaning
The gentle breeze brushes through her translucent hair and collar
Longing to bring peace with a moment of leisure
Thus sacrificing her life for tomorrow’s prosperity
Yet unaware of the principle—the command of the mortal world
That leads to her demise, in hopes of clear skies
The sky has cleared, the rain no longer sheds tears
Clad in that pure white dress
She falls into a deep sleep
People gaze at that sky
Just like
A returning crow discovering its mother
The river of time will wash her away
Yellowed garments, crimson evening light
Piercing through the heavy wounds of the clouds
Broken, she bleeds endlessly
Powerless, she escapes westward alone
Fleeing from the heat waves released by the setting sun
After a long time, passing travelers
Pen down their youthful verses
The rain outside continues to fall
It is hard to tell if it is her
In the midst of wandering, realizing this white noise
Is her crying disturbing the wind chimes.
Written on March 8, 2025, revised on May 8