A hundred years later
The river on the ground is divided into two or three sections.
I will hold your hand and go to heaven to wash your hands.
The clear rivers in the sky reflect the warmth of the sun.
The fish swam into the rock.
You said there was only one heavy rain.
Fish will not run to land.
Wash the skin by hand so that you don't have to feather into wings.
It's just a rain
After the rain
The fish is in the tree.
The river between heaven and earth occasionally rises.
Fly, fly high
Or born in Tianchi, a very high place, by a monsoon.
A high wind cannot cross the river.
The rain scattered in all directions.
In another hundred years.
People who wash their hands in the sky
I can't even catch half a live fish.
Smash a stone with your fingers.
Fish swam around in the stone.
-It's about flying ~
Fly. Day "
I stared at it.
That powerful step
Spread out gently in this narrow circle
Like a seagull
Freedom, loneliness and laughter
In the dark and warm world
Your palm
Through the twilight of winter dawn
This cup of wine is quietly waiting for your embellishment.
Cold and soft
In the corner of the garden
That virtual garden
The sun shines every day.
Your body buried in the ground.
Melancholy resists the last frost.
The grass that penetrated the earth sighed.
Slip through your fingers
The blue sky shines at this moment.
A pair of outstretched wings.
Heavy back, calm and smooth.
Flowing deformed castle
Crying and laughing
Such as radio waves flashing.
Pearl eyes
The man sang a hoarse love song.
Ignite the night of early spring