(1)
Half-dry reeds
Preserving the moonlight of a certain year
These are not the only things that make my heart tender.
The leaves fell all over the ground
A dusk shadow walked over it, thick and soft
The frame of my piano collapsed
Nowhere to put it
Like a finger's pain
It is not for burning offerings
It is to prepare for rebirth
（ 2)
Dusk, presented to me
Some people will also look at it this way
City walls, mountains and forests separated by sighs
< p> Like the epitome of night, not worth mentioningLeaving so quickly
In an instant
You and I will be marked with our last names
Written on the cluster of flowers that are still beautiful
(3)
The river in the dark in winter
I think of some faces
In the Brahma music of the sunset
Cold and kind
It’s time to pray
The night dreams for many days have no enlightenment
The new joy is my debt again
So I long for coldness
A little bit more piercing
Just like all yours Misfortune
(4)
Good Knowledge
The Sing of November
The sun is on the left, you are on the right
The remaining things wake up happily
Like a huge riverbed lying quietly and reclining
Good Knowledge
Past sins make me regret
Under the sunshine the next day
Swallow again and live again
"Deceiving yourself
can only be ruined again and again"
< p>Good KnowledgeYou are as silent as falling leaves and wildly beautiful
Like the short and exquisite words in class
——Never say it a second time