The passenger boat is ready to start
It shuttles through the mottled ports
The luxury freighter sets sail
It cruises at the splendid harbors
Whether it is rainy or windy
Let alone, it is winter or summer
Thou have thy own height
Why be contaminated by the earthliness
Like a flower, blooming and falling
As if a leaf was in autumn
The profusion is the color thou fade
What is indifferent is thy true soul
Just like the dew of the morning
Also, the shooting star
Enjoying every moment quietly
Forgetting the misery of what thou feel