Modern poetry of the abyss

A man and a woman squeezed into my abyss

Fierce fighting

Seizing the only window in the abyss

They both wanted to see through the window

Look

The scene outside of me

Compared to the dawn

I am not a person of power

The maze spread in the valley

The chest is equipped with many mechanisms

The palms of the hands are stationed with many brave men

The fortifications are being dug on the face

I long for the sun

But I am afraid of the sun

Just like this fight between a man and a woman

The branches and leaves on the ground are very green

Single-mindedly

Fighting to occupy more space

The roots underground have long been rotten

A slight gasp

Sustained The final struggle

also has a glory that attracts worldwide attention

a prosperity that makes people feel extremely proud