Wen Yiduo of Red Candle
Red candle!
Such a red candle!
Poet!
Spit out your heart and compare it,
But what about ordinary colors?
Red candle!
Who made the wax?-for your body.
Who lit the fire-lit the soul?
Why do you have to burn the wax to ashes?
And light up?
Repeated mistakes;
Contradiction! Conflict!
Red candle!
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong!
It should "burn" your light-this.
This is the natural way.
Red candle!
Once made, it will burn!
Burn it! Burn it!
The dream of burning the world,
Boil the blood of the world-and save them.
Soul,
Smash their prison!
Red candle!
When your heart is burning,
It was the day when tears began.
Red candle!
The craftsman created you,
It was originally used for burning.
Since it's burning.
Why are you crying?
Oh! I know!
It is the residual wind that invades your light,
When your fever is unstable,
I was so anxious that I cried!
Red candle!
Flow! How can it not flow?
Please put your cream,
Constantly flowing to the world,
Cultivate comfortable flowers,
Form a happy fruit!
Red candle!
You shed a tear and the ash was distracted.
Depression, tears for your fruit,
Create light for your career.
Red candle!
"Mo Wen harvests, but requires farming."