Don't write about her shiny texture.
Don't write wet secrets in songs.
Don't write her heart like my sister: clear and simple.
I'm not going to write about the delicate shyness between her eyebrows.
Deep old marks on the body
Don't write how many people have seen her neck crooked.
Don't write about how she was born and raised.
How did you come in the wind and rain?
I'm not ready to write her name louder than my poem.
I want to write blue lotus
It is the spirit that blooms in her bones.
The reason I'm alive
Never die
Blue lotus