I'm a little tired
Like a child who can't talk
I hope my eyes can convey something to you
Autumn turns black and cold in your mouth
The room becomes deeper and bigger in my eyes
Dear, I'm really cold
like a poor man who is going to die
burying his face in your chest
tearing his heart to pieces
but I can't shout cold and cry
I want to hold
don't think, don't talk
and take autumn away. Round the moon
At this time, The moon is still
we are empty
We saw last year's heavy snow
falling from the ceiling
burying us inch by inch
into a white grave
and we will rot in it
listening to winter
hugging winter's throat
. There will be a substance that vomits from its body
Winter is clean and pure
It's like a woman who embraces nature
The purity in her bones
Let people worship
Look at those glittering snowflakes
Approaching with a leisurely pace
Overlapping one by one until it is silvery white
The line of sight can no longer touch its outline
. Always calm
from nine days
from the palm of winter
I don't remember how to greet it
and which hand
to crush its edges and corners
It seems so far away
that, It has already
melted quietly in the corner of the eye
it is not one piece or two pieces
but many pieces and countless pieces
easily
overflow the forehead and the ignorant morning
leaving a white mist of sadness throughout the winter
"Brown glasses, Glass Sky
Then don't talk
Don't look at the moon
It has nothing to do with the cold tone
Chew hidden weapons with your tongue
Or lose your language directly
Maybe this ruin is more suitable for
luxurious dance
Confrontation
Deep in the sun, Curtain droops lightly
A woman stands in a bright heart
Singing rises on the lake
Ripples in the fluff around her lips
Gently rippling
She is silent for time. On the curtain,
Ding-dong falls into the water.
When she was a child, she waved in the village.
The figure of red iron and orchid in her hands was like that time. I haven't seen it for many years
the sunshine is like cool tin foil on the leaves in early spring
the wind is like water climbing from the sleeves to her smooth shoulders
the place around her is a dark and green ocean
She stands in the bright heart
It is also the center of darkness
She lowers her head and whispers her hands over her pale cheeks
. Red
In her reserved expression, a pond of lotus flowers floats from her dream
Her watchful eyes and hair
Her eyes are fixed on you
And she moves from your face to the treetops ten feet away
Seeing that you are unfamiliar
I miss you so much
It's raining
. If you don't take the clothes, you will get wet.
The days will pass.
You and I will pass by.
Will the peach blossom bloom next year?
Have you turned around at the corner?
See you at the ferry?
The peach blossom has fallen like snow.
Is the smiling face still in the window?