I am no painter
yet I feel like painting
somewhere at midnight
taking the light of moon as my palette
stealing the blue from the sky
still do not know where to patch it
all vague in reality
yet I paint and paint
all through the night.
I am no singer
yet I fancy like singing
somewhere
in the child's innocence
sometime with the blossomed flowers
and within the ripen paddy field
all vague in reality
yet I keep on singing and singing
till the eternity.
