Here, Yan Zhen returned to the north.
The moment when Haitang blooms.
So I can ignore the sun tomorrow.
No more waiting
Every long sunset
No more despair in crying
She doesn't have to worry about it.
Night turned into dawn.
Jesus Christ.
Why did you leave this half stump?
Why not abandon it?
Just like the lower limbs you brutally took away.
It has long been insensitive
Spit bitterness into your stomach every day.
Give birth to death
Living is a kind of compassion.
Death is a kind of free and easy.
Come gently
Then walk gently.
It's just subtle in the vast galaxy.
Return to your position at the right time.
Ditan dusk
An old man smiled and shook hands.
Far behind.
I suddenly saw their childhood memories.
The dark feeling of meeting for the first time
That's the eyes captured by love.
Not so sophisticated and shrewd.
And it has the spread and approach of the soul.