Gold dances in the sky
Command me to sing
The listener is the gold of the singer.
---- Haizi
Sitting in the deep night, sighing deeply several times,
This thought imprisoned by life and brilliance, in At this moment, there is no way to hide it in the boundless darkness.
Life may be illusory or real, exist or fade away. The glory may be brighter and brighter, then gray and dim again.
After trying its best to be brilliant, it is just a skin. ,
Sitting in the deep night, crying several times,
This complexity lasts in the real space,
In this terrible nightmare Uncertain direction.
----Works by non-famous artists