Who has tears in their eyes and letters in their hands?
I wrote these three words on the beach.
Who has gentle hope?
Embedding shells in colored inscriptions.
It must be a girl in the end.
Put down a bunch of daisies with a red handkerchief.
So, people who walk through here
Are infected with nameless acacia.
2. Spring nights
I didn't know there was such sadness.
When we lean against the porthole on a spring night.
Moonlight is like blue fog.
This is as gentle as water
I can't even flow into you.
Double-door contraction atrium
You sigh:
Life is really a bitter wine.
You confess:
Twenty-eight Spring and Autumn Periods without Flowers and Frost
Why is your strong body
But like a weak poplar trembling in the wind.
I know you long for the sail of the storm.
Unwilling to raise your harbor.
But the stormy waves of life will eventually be entrusted to you.
Ah, friend.
When will you stop swimming out of prison?
The heart is as rich and broad as the world.
I would like to be the wind that sails.
Taking you around? ……
When you walk under my window.
When you walk under my window
Bless me
Because the light is still on.
The light is on? ——
In the dark night
Like a drifting fishing fire
You can imagine my cabin.
Like a ship propelled by a strong wind
But I didn't sink.
Because the light is still on.
The light is on? ——
When the curtains show shadows
This means that I am an old man.
No unrestrained gestures.
My back is more hunched than before.
But it's not my heart that is aging.
Because the light is still on.
The light is on? ——
It took advantage of such a hot relationship.
Answer greetings from all directions
The light is on? ——
With great pride
Oppression by giving and giving.
Oh, when did the lamp have a distinct personality?
Ever since you began to understand me
Because the light is still on? ——
Bless me
When you walk under my window. ……