Sense of the cicada Hsu ChiCheng
He always sings with a creak
It means “know”
“What do you know?”
I tending toward him and ask him
Yet he don’t pays attention to me
Sings with a creak
And flies away from me quickly
He leaves me a cluster of question mark:
It’s the mystery of the universe?
The true meaning of the life?
Or the secret can’t tell to the others?@