These are two different qualities of instruments
One contains colours, another filled with fluids
Both being manipulated by humans, and of course
they are paying back to humans at the same time
As two medias with its content of desires
Like the life of a newspaper, filled full fast
and also emptied quick, until their say is lost
Eventually, being buried in a textbook
piling up with hollow Chinese characters
When children of humans read these pages
Their faces would turn red due to lack of greens
So many times, humans are like a tribe of
soul keepers, dwelling in wine cup and spring
Gone with the current are
some undeclared floating properties
Riverbed then recovered and activated completely by shedding sunlight
Moss, long lived on pebbles, becoming bright
All are attentive to lights on their own domains
while worrying about being nibbled and disturbed another time
On fine days
many people swim in the river as they
travel to the north or south
like seaweed tentacles probing back and forth, and reaching out
or as if hungry homeless people imagining richness and warmth of a grain field
Sometimes they seem to get a ladle of drink
Sometimes they just cease and then disappear in heavy clouds
This is not yet a mature city with abundance and virtues
All living beings surrounding the river are lack of real temperament
Time and time again their shadows are broken easily
by a gentle breeze chasing spring willows
Those moss, bodies, hiding snakes
and sunsets blown down to the river in usual orders
which live here long enough, and have become fossil bodies
though, some birds are still laying eggs while surfing over the waves
Bubbles rebelling out of the riverbeds as troops
Broken willows grow long hairs counting in thousands
Fishes wandering around holding own spirits in their mouths
I myself adore this river too, I realised
My own shadow also drifted away with the current
That is why pairs of eyes are open silently on the river surface
Posturing as dancing flowers melting the dark nights
Observing in keenness and humbleness the noise and quietness on the riverbank
as well as all living beings in this precious world