biographical notes
Author: North Island
I used to parade across the square.
have one's head shaved clean—score no points in a game
In order to find the sun better
But in the crazy season
Turn around and cross the fence.
Meet those cold-faced goats.
Until it's like going from saline-alkali land
See the ideal on white paper
I arched my back.
I thought I found someone to tell the truth.
The only way, like
Grilled fish dreams of the ocean.
Hooray! I just gave a fucking cry.
Beards will grow.
Tangled, like countless centuries.
I must fight against history.
Use knives and idols
Form a confrontation, not a response.
The world in the eyes of flies
In that pile of quarrelling books
We separated safely.
Sell small money for every star.
I lost the bet overnight.
Belt, naked back to this world.
Light a silent cigarette
This is the fatal blow at midnight.
Turn it over in the sky
I was hung upside down.
Hanging on an old tree like a mop.
Look into the distance from a height
PS: Actually, the Chinese Department in Li Yawei is stupid and famous. But it's too long!