The Nanyang night in the stands,
is whitening in the light of a few lights,
among the crowd,
What are you?
What is it?
Tonight in Nanyang,
there is a cool breeze,
the feeling of autumn is strong.
...
Your old dream,
followed the autumn wind,
shattered to pieces.
You want to be a king,
the kind of person who holds the power behind the scenes,
who controls the general trend.
You want to be a king,
the kind of person who can call the wind and rain,
one call and a hundred responses.
And for all this,
you have longed for too long.
So that the dream has become old,
You don’t know where the road will lead tomorrow?
Where does it lead to?
Tonight,
you are in the stands,
remembering the poem you wrote before,
your eyes are filled with tears!
You predict your old age,
in a small town,
accompanying your hundred-year-old mother,
die of old age or illness ,
What you leave to this world,
are a few poems that you are proud of.
——Axi Erzu, written in the stands of the playground in the Central District. A tribute to every unknown poet and the poems he wrote. May life be as beautiful as imagined, and may we all become the people we imagined many years from now.