"The Poet Quit Smoking"
Smoking has no poetry
No poetry can come from eating
How can a cigarette offend an honest person?
How did a puff of cigarette make a beautiful woman obsessed?
It’s all nonsense and lies
Tell the poet not to tell the truth
Tie him up in the dungeon Hit the whip
Let the poet be whipped for half an hour
Look at him praising smoking
Look at him not quitting smoking
Go up to him The way home
On his way home
The dark street like a black light
Going back
"Smoke"
p>Cigarette becomes a friend in the loneliest time
I have been captured by its selfless care
It has become a habit of accompanying me
I don’t know that you will take away my life
and my destiny
I don’t know what you are thinking at this moment
You want me to smoke one by one You
Draw until you have no poetry
Draw until you have no emotion
Draw until you are physically and mentally exhausted
Draw until you die
Even if you get rid of it, it is still a good idea
"Promoting Smoke-free"
At first I thought it was something mysterious
It made me feel elated
No longer thinking about life
Thinking about a piece of land
Lighting two sacred objects
After eating, I gained wisdom< /p>
After eating, I walked on the path of Satan
Go all the way to the end
Towards the end of the world
If I had not eaten that fruit that day< /p>
Still in heaven today
Reject Satan’s temptation from today onwards
You can climb from the bottom to the top of the earth
Enter heaven
Ask God for atonement
Make me like a new life
Let me return to Erie Garden