In No Man’s Land
The stones in front of you are
brown children
They can’t speak
< p>It won’t be like a flowerIt will bloom suddenly as you expect
But you still have some expectations
You will suddenly stop when you have time
Believe that trees can grow from stones
Trees with a long state of mind can grow from them
In no man's land or you believe it
Stones Trees will grow on it
Or you will be sad