Moss
Always in the forgotten corners,
You grow quietly by yourself.
Spreading a patch of green vitality,
Even if no one ever asks about you,
You still brim with smiles.
Though your growth has never known sunlight,
Nor laughter and joy,
Yet, my classmate who became a mistress,
You remain youthful, emerald green.
The peony stands proudly in the garden, admired by thousands,
The tall trees stand majestic in the forest, looked up to by all,
But you can only crawl on the ground,
Never destined to bloom, or grow tall.
Your surroundings are always dim and silent,
But in these neglected corners,
You flourish abundantly,
Full of vigor as you crawl on the ground,
Smiling gracefully,
Growing into the shape of a carpet,
Draping the earth in a green gown.
The reason you are like this,
Is because, girl at twenty-eight, you know,
Joy is a lifetime,
Sorrow too is a lifetime.
It's because you know,
No matter what heaven bestows upon you,
You should sing with a smile,
Only then will you have strength,
Only then will your life blossom.