'Nation's broke, nature still survives'
(After 春望 by 杜甫)

Nation's broke, nature still survives
New vegetation springs up thick walls high
As sighs splash crying, bloomed tears lie
Where birdplay shocks the heart's sheer rued goodbyes
Three months already, that beacons fire the skies
A word of kin as worth as gold stacked wide
White hair so pulled so thin that hairpins fly