In the moonlit-park,
I caught snow, falling.

It melted away within my palm;
I feel its freezing moments.

I hit a young butterfly,
flying over my delicious cake.

my kid crushed it down,
and tears touched my cheeks.

I snared a sparrow on the roof;
It passed away in the cage.

we buried it at the door,
and I cry to see its grave.

they **** tigers and their springs.
no regret, no cry, no tear!

is the modern heart a hard stone
or they have thrown away humanity?