They must be different,
Water and fire, far away from each other,
Steal and give in to desire,
Attack each other's differences
Hold on tight, after so long,
They possess and deprive each other,
Even if only air stays in their arms,
Transparent, as after lightning.
One day, they understood each other's questions, but didn't answer them.
One night, in the dark, they passed through.
The type of silence, guessing each other's eyes.
Keywords gender desalination, mysterious disintegration,
All kinds of differences meet in similarity.
Just like all colors become the same in white.
Which of these two people doubled and who disappeared?
Who smiles two times?
Whose voice forms two tones?
Who nods with two heads? Who agrees?
Whose gesture raised the teaspoon to the mouth?
Who deprived another person of his life?
Who's alive and who's dead,
Wrapped in someone's palm print?
They stared into each other's eyes and gradually became twins.
Familiarity is the perfect mother-
Not favoring any child,
I can hardly remember who is who.
On this festival, their golden wedding anniversary,
They saw a pigeon perched on the windowsill together.
The crazy song ended and Mr. Filja rushed down.
Stage, eager to check, skirt
Are there too many wrinkles? Is it blonde?
Still in the same place, next to the cheek.
Because of the laws of real life
Demanding the truth. She, Polonius' own daughter.
Daughter, wash your eyebrows carefully.
The black man was desperate and absorbed.
Count the leaves combed from your hair.
Oh, dear, Denmark will forgive you and me.
I will die with wings, and I will continue to live with real claws.
Not all death comes from love.
Oh, this is the Himalayas.
The mountains flocked to the moon.
The moment of jumping is always
Suddenly tearing the sky.
The cave runs through the misty desert.
Through nothingness.
Echo-like silence
Silence.
Snowman, we have Wednesdays here.
Bread and letters.
Two times two equals four.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Snowman, what are we doing here?
Not all crimes.
Snowman, every word
Does not mean death.
We inherited hope—
Forgotten gift.
You'll see, what about us?
Give birth to a child in the ruins.
Snowman, we have Shakespeare here.
Snowman, let's play cards.
Play the violin. At dusk,
Let's light the lamp, snowman.
On the mountain, it is neither the moon nor the earth.
Tears are cold and clean.
Oh, the snowman, the man who went to the moon,
Turn around and think again!
I called the snowman,
In the wall formed by avalanches around,
I stamped my feet to keep warm,
In eternity
It's snowing.
* Dear readers *
In the next week, I will continue to update the poems in "I once lived such a lonely life", and interested friends can like or pay attention to them ~
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