August, splendid like a rainbow.
Flowers, you are more welcoming than smiles, more dazzling than sparks…
Daytime – you close your “lips” tightly, like winter plums with snow.
Night – awaken by spring thunder!
The scorching sun burns the skin, the autumn water nourishes the heart…
August, flowers: I am the breeze.
Trying to bring clouds and rain; trying to heal the wounds.