What are the materials of colorful poems?

Biographical notes

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