written after autumn

Missing itself is a cliff
There are cracks in bluestone
It was a hot summer,we sat together
The evening light is warm and bright

It's hard for you to imagine,really walking into a Gobi
What kind of gift will you encounter from God
A stone represents more than roundness
A stone is a dagger,a sword
Rivers will be born when the body touches the hard ground

This is the third time we have met
And every heartbeat has a Rock through the sky of background

written after autumn

Missing itself is a cliff
There are cracks in bluestone
It was a hot summer,we sat together
The evening light is warm and bright

It's hard for you to imagine,really walking into a Gobi
What kind of gift will you encounter from God
A stone represents more than roundness
A stone is a dagger,a sword
Rivers will be born when the body touches the hard ground

This is the third time we have met
And every heartbeat has a Rock through the sky of background