I am a sad child.
Never grew up
I come from Caotan in the north.
Go out, along a line.
White road, walk into
A city full of gears
Walk into a narrow street
Every low heart in the shed
In the cold smoke
Keep telling the green story.
I trust my audience.
-The sky, and.
Water droplets splashed on the sea.
They will take care of everything for me.
Cover up what you can't find
Grave. I know
At that time, all the grass and flowers
Will be surrounded.
At that moment when the lights are dim.
Kiss my sadness gently