2022.01.31.
The Horsemen Came From Hinglands
Between mountains and rocksI am at the mercy of wilds
I took wings and flew into dreams
Plains are far away
My hope, which was the mill of griefs at sunset, was a kind of seeing
I didn't leave this flock of birds
I flew with them
I wandered like nomads
Under the rain
My breath echoes
When I am silent
My soul is mute
The horsemen came from highlands
They held the dance of the rebellion
Hands with colorful handkerchiefs
O fog, o rain
Uncle's daughters were called
Son of uncles knelt (for better aim)
O snowstorm, o mirage
The road blind and so cold
The moon is amazed above
The stars(tears) fell from the eyes but I remained
Gray horse rear
upwards
looking through the clouds of spirits
I don't leave you
But it's too late
I am building a stone house for you
Let the door be made of tulips
Roof made of pearls(or beads)
house torch your sense
The horsemen came from highlands
They held the dance of the rebellion
Hands with colorful handkerchiefs
O fog, o rain
Uncle's daughters were called
Son of uncles knelt (for better aim)
O snowstorm, o mirage