Sweet Sixteen

We are young Love to sing the red maple’s sorrow Love to ask why people are so busy Love teasing merchants as they crazily whooped Sometimes we see sparrow’s head overturned We will laugh all day long Life is dancing with the cloud and moon Poetry is the vintage Drunk together with sunset The days passed, nonsense with reveries The old prophet read my palm prints He saw a great success in my future But, what if it lost its tune, just like a song No more applause and I will be totally alone