Chapter 398: 539 pieces, absolutely wrong

539 pieces, absolutely wrong

_______a branch of red apricot extending beyond the wall

Cicada, autumn

Adorned by you

It is such beauty

Beauty is inherently complex

After hearing your song

Only then did I know that beauty is

This simple and clear——

Just sing with your life

This is beauty

I always thought autumn

Is maturity and withering

After hearing your song

I once again realized

Autumn is the same as spring

Simplicity and beauty

The poet says——

"I know

Whatever is beautiful

Always unwilling

Nor will it

Stay for whom

……………"

Cicada, today I heard your song

I dare say——

The poet's words are

Absolutely wrong

Youth and beauty

It just stays in your song

Who lives by singing?

Singing one's life

Singing life

Youth and beauty

It just stays for whom

Child, please don't play

Let us be in the cicada's song

Gather the bundled hay and bring it home\