Modern Poetry of the Wanderer

Wanderer

Wearing bright Seth on his feet

Carrying a red bankbook in his pocket

Sitting under him is a Mercedes-Benz car

But I am still humming that song

The sad "Wandering Song"

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Wearing a jacket from the Seven Wolves

Hanging on my waist is the key to a high-end apartment

But I am still humming that song

< p> Sad "Wandering Song"

When I am tired

My body will find its home, its dormitory

But when I am lonely time

My heart can't find its door, its residence

Gold and jade clothes

Gold and silver cannot stop the passage of time 'Steps

Copper foil and jade pieces cannot stop the invasion of decay

The beauty of the past has turned into dust

The wealth of the past has been fed by maggots

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Who he was during his lifetime has no meaning

Death is really the only just ending

The black soil and yellow sand cannot withstand the excavation of Nanyang shovel

Iron walls and stone doors cannot hide the secrets of past lives

Tomb robbers took away jewelry and porcelain at night

Archaeologists measured dimensions and distances during the day

Because of you You are a king, because you are an emperor

Therefore, your soul will never rest in peace