A car is coming after the rain
Driving through the pale dusk
The old iron plate is driving south, the lover is no longer there
Listen to the Poetry Radio Under the Smoke
The coughing without emotion, at least looks cute
The way home is still cute
Qin Strings The posture is missing
The child who listened to the song that night when I never saw him again
Time flies soliloquy
Whispered into a cassette
Withered Tired feelings, crushed into years
Just grow old, don’t wake up alone
The departure you long for
Just stops nowhere
Just sing, squinting your eyes
And the bursting of tears
It is just an existence that has not yet arrived
Youth is drunk again
Anonymous love
Wasted away by laughter, generous in gathering and dispersion
Tossing and turning but never getting to the right platform
The right platform
If wandering is a sign of growth, you must pass through it
In your awakening years
The barren future
Like the season of regret, the unfruitful Love
Stains every page of poetry
The most painful confession of kiss
And when the wind blows here, there is no need to let go
Just grow old, don’t wake up when you are lonely
The departure you long for
It just stops nowhere
Just sing, narrow your eyes
And the collapse of hot tears
It is just an existence that has not arrived
Endure it sweetly
Stars moisten the windowsill
Light and shadow Beating as if talking about love in sleepiness
No more meaningless emotions
I thought I understood
The place where the dream collapsed is now covered with moss