<The King of the Wind>
All my flags in a line,
Not to twist, not to wind.
All my voices in a line,
When I sing out everytime.
Up 'em I call and I pep
Every flower and cypress,
The sky lying on my palette,
I'll spread colours over her dress.
I love, live my life
I was born among words and lines.
Under the banner of this morn,
There's a troop of butterflies taking form;
Fruits are right here to be grown,
I and rain drops make 'em ripe.
As the bell-rung clouds travel light,
With the ocean spend our night.
To the stars I give 'em orders,
I moor and I look up forwards.
Then I throne myself for the being
Of the King of the Wind.
-2021.11-
ps:彩蛋里有中文版噢🤗