This town doesn't exist.
Except for a floating black-haired tree
On the other hand, like a drowning woman, she put her hand on the scorching sky.
The town was silent. Eleven stars boil at night.
Oh, starry night! Why is this?
I would rather die.
It is moving. They are all alive.
Even the moon highlights its orange brand.
Squeeze the children out, just like the gods in their eyes.
The hidden old snake swallowed the stars.
Oh, starry night! Why is this?
I am willing to die:
Into a wild beast in the night,
Suck it dry, majestic dragon, and tear it up.
Separate my life, without marks,
There's no sign,
No tears.