How to read? Read the poems Pulse of Fallen Leaves and I Tremble in the Water.

The pulse of fallen leaves

Wen/Zhen Zi

Many poems have died out in reality.

Many flowers fall down every day.

Many stories have been split into rivers.

There are many eyebrows full of doubts.

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A slightly wrinkled mind

Shuttle through the fog

A blank space in a diary

Can't stand any trouble.

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Another dusk sank into the starlight.

Sit on a bench and dissect the night carefully.

Deep affection buried in the branches

Tremble in the wind

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Close your eyes and listen to the pulse of fallen leaves.

Embrace the last breath before withering.

In unfamiliar words

Looking for lost memories

I was shivering in the water.

Text/Hawkeye

I am rocking in the water. Shake yourself

Until the water is calm.

I can find bits and pieces except at night.

But it is not clear after all.

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July, the coming July, my feet will say goodbye to familiar things.

Some words are secular. They didn't touch.

Only silence can explain the depth of feelings.

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I've been out. I'm back now. Get more legends about vagrants

It is far away here.

May the clues of my life spread all over the world-

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Because of love

In old age, everything slowly loosens.

Like a sunset.

Take away the beauty of the clouds