Like smoke, like a dream, suddenly, startled

There is no sun here,

damp, cold air,

A handful of grass grows between the cracks in the rocks,

The wind blows the body of the grass,

make a whirring sound,

Laughing at the insignificance of the grass,

Cao'er's face turned yellow,

frozen stiff,

Writhing vigorously among the rocks,

Cao'er's eyes are firm,

Time pushes the grass to grow,

Cao'er's face was still yellow,

Eyes are still firm,

The wind gently blows the grass,

Cao'er is expressionless,

tall and straight,

Dark clouds cover the sky,

The thunder was deafening,

A few drops of water fell,

tick-tock-

down bigger and bigger,

The water washes the grass again and again,

The wind blows the grass,

Not a trace of contempt.