I am a small sharpshooter.

Sharpshooter (poetry)

I loaded the gun.

Sneak behind the door

You gently open the door.

Gave me a gentle shot in an instant

Hurriedly look back half one's life

A dream in a trance

You come and go like the wind.

My heart is full and empty.

Bare feet with bright paper windows.

After waiting for 5 thousand years.

Seeing this solemn moment

You gave me a faint smile.

The shoulders are rusted too high.

Give a smile and walk away.

Today I rub my eyes.

You came here with a gun and shot me.

Small meteorites come from the sky.

List on both sides of hometown

Just like plants take root and blossom.

Let a happy fairy tale prosper.

Wandering night in outer space

Memories will not stay outside my window.

Let sneer sit stiffly by the river.

Talk coldly about some past events.

There you are, walking like the wind.

The glass drunk by reason is broken.

The spring rain is urgent and the wind is urgent.

Imagination suddenly condensed in mid-air

Carrying a bag of time.

Sprinkle it in front of me, huge

I refuse you to leave.

Generous words and expected results praise

You are just another kind of rose.

The thinnest note left in the noise

In the depths of spring and dreams.

The cry of a sad and slender bird

To my soul, to my body.

With the promise of treasure

Expand my desire

Come with a gun in the morning after the earthquake