1, the last poem
I often dream of you, dreaming that I walked so many roads, said so many words, and loved you so deeply that you left me nothing. What is left to me is the shadow in the shadow, a hundred times more than that shadow. It is the shadow that will come to your sunny life again.
2. "May it live forever"
This country is just a spiritual will, a grave digger. In my country, spring is a gentle witness. And scattered birds are distant targets. Love. Truth waits for the morning light by the candle. The window glass is untidy. Note that in my country, people never question an excited person.
There is no evil shadow on the capsized ship. Suffering is unheard of in my country. People will borrow things that will grow as a result. Leaves, many leaves are on the tree. In my country, branches are free because they don't bear fruit. We don't believe in the beliefs of conquerors. In my country, people are grateful.
3. May
Beautiful May is boating on the Rhine River, and beautiful girls are overlooking the heights of the mountain. What a beautiful face, but the ship has set sail. Ship, you make the willows on both sides sob. However, the noisy orchard appeared behind, and the cherry blossoms in May were all red, like my sweetheart's fingers, and the withered petals were like her eyelids.
On the road by the river, Cigang people walked slowly, leading a bear, a monkey and a dog, drifting away in the Rhine grape field, behind the caravan dragged by donkeys. The beautiful May filled the ruins with soft graves of grapes and roses, and wicker reeds and grape branches on the shore swayed in the breeze of the Rhine.
4. The sadness of the moon
Tonight, the moon enters an infinite lazy dream, like a beautiful woman lying on a heavy mattress. Before going to sleep, she fingered the outline of her breasts at will. On the avalanche-like satin back, the moon is about to faint, and her eyes look out. The white illusion is that flowers are in full bloom and curl into the blue sky.