Perfect stream
Sha Yan
There is this perfect stream
Dancing and jumping in the mountains
Rushing over some branches of small woods
Carries flashes of perfect light, being reflected
On the surface of that perfect stream
Oh, the light, reflected flashes, like stars
Little wrinkles like the star of those flashes
Further to the mountains, the rainbow there
The perfect stream runs through
Mountains give it a vow, voices soar
So there are two kids beside the perfect stream
They are picnicing, one boy, one girl
It is such a perfect image
If I brought camera, I will shoot
Steady stall like images will be generated
But I can not do it, for the perfection
I am a black soul
