1, at night
There is no one in the dark,
I only heard a dog barking.
I wonder when it will start to blow.
There is little wind tonight.
2,' Cold Leaf Moon'
A Leng Yue, a dark star.
Everything is so sad.
Under the luminous light
Show your clear face
So cute and charming.
As if to say something to me.
But he stopped.
bury
That is the familiar you, the deep you.
I feel like I understand you, but suddenly I don't understand anything.
Everything has become so like this night
It looks as calm as water.
Actually, there are many waves.
Dreams are the only flowers at night.
Yes, thank you. Thank you. Yes
Keep quiet and silent.
Once love, once tears, once pain, once tired.
But in the silent night
There was a sudden smile on his lips.
3,' night ceremony'.
This is the quietest moment of the day.
A city without makeup
Kind of like a woman's fatigue.
Neons stayed on the roof in the distance
This is a touch.
Lipstick that I haven't had time to apply.
A few men drinking.
Cross the street if you are drunk.
They put heavy worries
I threw up on the road.
Excitement has spread all over the city.
A tolerant night
Accepted all the silence
Cars and people
It's foam that blooms during the day.
The lights in the tall building went out for the second time.
The window closes your eyes.
Start sleeping
Dreams are the only flowers at night.
Yes, thank you. Thank you. Yes
I was kept in the dark.
Live in my body day and night.
They violated each other and ate each other.
I became their murder prop.
Every time, both sides lose, regardless of the outcome.
Continue to walk cold during the day.
Night bandaged the wound caused by day.
The fatigue left by endless pain
I left this day in my poem.
Preserved the silence of black and night.
My body became fragmented.
In the dark, I use poetry to repair broken cells.
And the battlefield of thought.
I am the third party between the lines.
I tried to assemble a new self with them.
Touch their magical power
They became my parts one by one.
I can assemble it into what I want at will.
Then I put my heart in it.
Life taught me the cruelty of reality.
Learn to wear a cold mask during the day.
Night fills the earth like an overturned inkstone.
The pen of poetry arranges the real me with words
In my dream, I looked at Mo Xiang's self.