The Garden of Light

The Melancholy of a Worldist

Behind the iron bars, a large flower of cherry blossoms bloomed

A faint spotlight shines on the trampled petals

Even the insects are making a lot of noise in the heaven that has been created

This must be the Garden of Light

The beasts playing and The birds singing

What a delightful place

Though sometimes the black sun laughs

Because this is the Garden of Light

In the heat of happiness, even the poisonous insects crawled out

Under the cherry blossom tree

And then the butterflies frowned and frowned

The Garden of Light has become somewhat muddy

Party’s over and now it’s time to say goodbye

Do your best to clean up after yourself

When the cage is cleaned

Come again to the Garden of Light