The grass shudders its waist, a few dew drops dripped down
The mangrove tree seems to stand a little straighter
Sunshine comes out and the insects’ singing get lower
Fruit hanging densely, one next to the other
Red light spreads over them thinly
And reflects a thousand faces of yours
You blink eyes and have a tight breath
The red strings of fruit, like heavy love
Make branches bent
All of pains model this, grain by grain
They fall to the ground
Time stays under the tree and opens my soft spot
A whole life is not long
Just waiting for you to fall down