Even with these dark eyes, a gift of the dark night I go to seek the shining light. - Gu Cheng

The sky is grey
The road is grey
The building is grey
The rain is grey
Through this stretch of dead ash
Walked two children
One in bright red
One in light green.

Clouds that are grey
Can no longer be washed clean.
We open the umbrella
And simply paint the sky black.

A bird in the gusty wind
Deftly changes direction A youth tries to pick up
A penny The grapevine in fantasy
Stretches its tentacles The Wave in retreat
Arches its back.