Le chant des hommes
If survival is a broken nut under the nose
The next step is to give me a fragmented life.
The crescent moon is stingy and doesn't mention the archway when sleeping.
Oppressing pain and drinking bitter coffee all night.
Only existence, poetry
It's dew in the middle of the night.
If life is more transparent than tears
It was poetry that became the messenger to open the dam.
Rhythmic water waves are exactly the same
A salty life
If poetry can penetrate the veil of night
Trap outside the window
A carefully carved wooden bridge
Morning and evening flowers that will open tomorrow
You don't need to shed tears when you throw cigarette butts.
Life and poetry, go back.
A pen dipped in thick ink
Le chant des hommes
I'm coming.
The city last night
Obsessed and confused, I filled out my resume all my life.
A persistent and repetitive number
A few bills
Is that where you dream?
If you ask where else to go.
This is just a person's life.
I always can't see the red light is green.
Through the sea of smoke
The heavy luggage forgot the high floor.
The stars lit up the road where the wind blew.
I can't see the serial number of every car.
repeat
Leave, but run to the beginning of another story.
What do you think you got?
Tomorrow has come.
Familiar streets listening to the same song
disappointed
Leave loneliness to the sea of books
So what?
In exchange for the answer to the lonely coffee shop
Through a sea of people
It's just a selfie of one person.
That distant place
This is a wandering lonely flight.
The girl
Is a believer in hot dreams
Through the sea of smoke
Stop asking where you're going.
This is just a person's life.