In That Piece Of Jade

An orchid blooms in the white snow
You can not grasp water but it's inside the soil

You can't touch fire but it's inside the tree
You can not catch the wind, but it's resting on the
rock.

If u let them be, they'll exist everywhere.
The faint blue light makes me sigh


My white breath turned into snow and tears
I couldn't let them drop and hid them,

Despite knowing that they will fill up again,

Yes, am too good a fool who dares ñot shade a single tear., for a broken empty piece of Jade