The morning light penetrates the white curtains and falls on the gray marble floor.
It creeps up to the edge of the bed quietly.
Wake up your dream of traveling in the Southland with a soft voice.
Fingers touching open a curtain of cleanliness, the shadow of the fallen pine is charming, the green shadow of the distant mountains is sparse, the show of the green mountain.
The green shadows of the distant mountains are sparse, and you can rest your heart and mind in poetry and art.