forget
Now, you can put yourself down,
My secret.
Open your chest with a knife.
Bright red heart.
It doesn't matter what
forget
Now, you can put yourself down,
My secret.
Open your chest with a knife.
Bright red heart.
It doesn't matter what happened yesterday.
A gentle hand stretched out from the sky,
Touch my wound.
At this moment, I remembered the pain of my life.
I said: I am a thin horse after all.
Even in March,
I will wither on the road, too.
Then, I tried to forget.
Forget dancing.
Forget to give yourself to spring,
A blank shed.
Life without regrets
Every day, I am trying to write.
A pure poem.
In poetry, inevitably,
A sunny morning.
That should be enough,
Calm, wandering soul.
Go back to my miserable body.
Turn off all sounds.
Get some sleep.
Don't think about the dust in your memory.
Don't look back,
That fallen old tree.
As long as there is a heart and tears,
It can soothe my memory.
In the sky,
That clever boy.
Then, I have no regrets in my life.
Fall into fantasy
Standing on the top of the mountain.
The mountain is not high, but the heart feels high.
It is exciting to see the rugged path leading to the foot of the mountain.
Two rows of sorghum fields by the roadside.
At first glance, it looks like, two rows of energetic soldiers.
I can't help but see the blood rushing up.
At this point, I am the only one.
I heard my own heartbeat.
Sitting on the top of the mountain.
I'm like a Ma Lian.
Flowers are not arrogant, and my heart is close to me.
Look up at the sky.
There are several clouds floating in the direction of the dream.
At this time, I am a misty rain.
In the sky, with a hazy attitude, diffuse.
night
Tonight.
I have always been firm and awe-inspiring.
So, I don't belong to the night.
The demons who cast magic,
I can only look forward to it.
I am different from the night.
Night, a psychedelic dream.
For me.
A poem can cover the night.
Then the night will be more solemn.
Then, I will send an orchid.
Make it closer to the west.
Let it know that beauty also needs Buddhism.
If, I am already dead.
Let my poems bury the night.