I have a slingshot.
I used paper bullets
to shoot through the leaves
The sparrows were chirping on the windowsill of the old house
Wipe off a few feathers and panic
I used a marl bullet wrapped in candy shape
It made a huge gray flower bloom on his back
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But he turned around and pulled me to wash my dirty hands stained with mud
That gray flower has become my youthful dream
I have used The saliva bullets of innocence and conscience
Shot through the lies and deeds in my world
They tied me up
Exploded and enjoyed in the bustling entrance of the soul The burning of loneliness
The rope stretched out the traces of the crescent moon, I will not cry out in pain
I only have a slingshot
Tighten the rubber bands on it< /p>
It’s just the word “人” held in my hand
The east wind urges me, the west wind sends me away
I stood motionless as if I wanted to shoot
p>Look at my little eyes, focused by aiming
Get out of the way——
Humanity covered by a bed of brocade!
The scoundrel who stole the hook and stole the country!
Tonight I took out my slingshot again
and shot down the stars in the sky, and a late-returning partridge
Just to decorate your dream of an empty city