I want to hear my own prose poems.

The voice of this society is too noisy.

There was laughter everywhere, mixed with the smell of alcohol and wisps of dust. In your heart and mine,

-Indulging in the greetings of time and moving nausea.

When he and she are particularly lonely.

It was he who said to me, "If you drink today, you will be drunk tomorrow." .

It was she who told me not to be so single-minded about feelings.

Your eyes are covered with clumps of fairy grass, and your prickly hands are swaying in the sun. It's always hot in the storm, and I feel a kind of fear. In a thousand imaginations, I can't read the poems on the wall.

The heartbeat of others turned into the sound of a violin.

Other people's voices are melodious with that pop song.

The call of others has rendered the wonders of life.

Really, in such a society, there are many kinds of landscapes and understandings in life.

There are many unexpected things for you and me, which are mysterious and attractive. A beautiful day is lit by wind and fire. With his and her efforts, they got out of the predicament.

I want to listen to my heart, yes,

-all became the phrase "everyone is drunk on the moon."