The sound through the dark night
Walk through the window lattice
Incarnate a distant person
The last part of memory
At this time, I tried to cover the coastline with a heavy snow.
Trying to leave footprints on the returned horseshoe.
Try to open a stone with fire.
Go deep into his heart
And live in it for a few years
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Blue is looming in the night.
Her open sail points to the warm sea.
Facing the sunshine like snow, when they touch your shoulder.
Melt one by one
Those tiny words
Fluttering in the wind on your skirt.
They became the last part of the evening.
Tears break into pieces when they collapse.
Landed on the keel of the ship.
In which blood coagulates and perfuses.
Then raise the flag.
Expeditionary
Don't trust the land.
Our hometown
This is a whirlpool in the sea.
The full moon is as golden as a bumper harvest after a storm.
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There will be some piano music when you open that letter.
They danced in the afternoon white sun.
Shuttle through your fingers
Transparent, like the wings of a butterfly.
Finally, I fell into the music, floating and calm.
Be beaten by wind and waves
The coast of Adriatic Sea
Turn into water, clouds or corals that have been claustrophobic for thousands of years.
("You said you were going to travel alone, but the return date was not agreed.
Guitar sound in Adriatic wind
I'm afraid you'll wake up alone at night in a foreign land.
You just leave, abandon, and leave me alone ... "
-Bobby Chen's "Traveling Alone")
You know, the blue symphony is only played once.
Like an elegy
The eyes of ice lovers are as clean as ever.
Illuminate lonely porcelain in the wounds of foreign travelers.
He shed a tear.
It reflects the bright constellation in the sky.
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So I chose to fall gently from the cliff.
Like a feather, I send it to you through the golden sunset.
At the end of the trip
Landing in the empty garden of your dreams.
Or after the rain
A damp courtyard