"Strangely long, crooked and twisted black tree
Is balancing on a corner of a metallic rocky cliff
He is ancient, complex, immortal, or dead?
Transparent seaweeds attached to his branches
Floats in the air like green velvet ribbons
An unmerciful north wind brings an aroma of green wood and moss, dried apricots, and roasted nuts
He has also detached one of the darkest ribbons from the tree.
It falls down into the wide ocean, and creates a ripple of infinity
The tree turns green - rising like a phoenix from the ashes"