Last Winter's Moon

Last winter’s moon wan the cargo,

A thousand wildflowers bloom together in a wonder of shelters,

Millions of ways sorting out from the evil thoughts,

Utterly spell cheezy words,

A road of speedy setbacks enlightened pilgrims paths,

A bitterly smile and smile and smile enforced weaving society to build a nest,

Last winter’s moon dews faded doze ashen corpse night,

Sweet spilling talk with snow aches gruesomely inner phase.