"Spring Drunk"
I am already drunk
Drunk on the treetops in March
Very heavy except for short breaths< /p>
And numb hands
Faintly heard a string of wandering wind chimes
Swaying unsteadily
Folk songs coming from a distance
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Boiling in March
I was vaguely drunk
Stretched out my hands
Touch the back of the folk song
Listen to the echo of the valley
Why is it so quiet
Even the sound of a pin dropping can be heard
Tap your eardrums
I can’t help being drunk
Tangled in the bones of spring
Staggering
"Cutting"
I want to use oxygen to cut way
Open your accumulated thoughts
Let your entanglement
Resolve in the flame
I want to use a flower from the blue sky Baiyun
Wipe away the rust in your heart
Let your mood
Get an iron-red melting point
But you always Cover your big smile with a gloomy face
Hide in the iron ruins and look around
If electric welding
sews you Broken memories
Can you still remember
the pain of being cut by oxygen
"Peach Blossom"
Lying on the stone In my arms
Imagine the thoughts of a snowflake
Hold a trace of warmth
Rub the blood vessels on the back of my hand
Let the peach tree boil with emotion
The stone opened its arms
Waving goodbye to the snowflakes
The peach buds twisted their buttocks
Sitting on the branch to attract bees Attracting butterflies
A string of words
In the mouth of the bee
On the wings of the butterfly
Forcing the peach blossom to bloom
"Lotus"
Put the splashing rain flowers into a cake
Put it into the eyes of the lotus leaf
Let the frogs wake up the flower buds
Put these scattered shyness
Put them into a bag and tie them up
Let the thunder tear apart He’s thoughts
Let a sun rain Sneaking closer
This kind of pursuit
Is it letting the matchmaker fly?
Repairing the Magpie Bridge
Let Yu fall in love freely