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