I saw a deaf man buy a box of madman, the madman sang loudly,
Like the broad chest of the earth, let the wind and rain sway, he stood on the mountain peak,
The tree The roots are strained, the branches are balled up to bear his veil,
I pass through the moon's tip and bring the source to comfort the madman, ready to attack the thoughts he releases.
Deaf people are happy, like baby lips, to absorb,
Deaf, deaf, dear deaf, whatever you buy is not good, you have to buy one. Box Maniacs,
Boxes containing madmen are only temporary supplies, while the persistent smell keeps rising to the sky,
hanging in the air, smoky around the earth.
The clouds are coated with oil, the sea water is coated with color, and the alluring moonlight is like the kiss of a night wolf.
My lantern is for my uncle, the light Infinitely expensive, my light illuminates the path of the madman.
The madman’s white foam rises to the sky and burns the heart of the moon.
The deaf man’s body is red, shining and elegant, as if he were entering the sky. The ceremony before heaven,
It seems that he is the immortal ceremony for the madman to live in the world.