The wind, as if nothing had happened.
It's raining, three o'clock.
This is the south in late autumn.
A young girl likes to run towards me hard.
Disappointed again
The bouquet fell in my arms.
Who is she waiting for?
The platform is empty.
The lights are bright.
The train started slowly.
On an orange halo night
The white scarf flickers ...
Reef and lamp
Stand on my shoulder, honey-
You should be brave.
The black wall moved closer and closer,
A bloodthirsty, gloomy threat,
The waves raised their sharp claws,
Tear my wound a thousand times.
Pain soaked my silence,
Silence can be refined into iron.
If my breasts can't
Resist all blows for you,
Honey, you have to be brave.