Classical modern poetry is longer, and each sentence is less. That's true.

I think you will like these songs.

North Island

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Everything is fate.

Everything is a cloud of smoke.

Everything is the beginning without an ending.

Everything is a fleeting pursuit.

All happiness has no smile.

All sufferings have no tears.

All languages are repetitive.

All contacts are new.

All the love is in my heart.

All the past is in a dream.

All hope is accompanied by notes.

All faiths groan.

There was a moment of silence when everything broke out.

All deaths have long echoes.

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Woods and I

Surround the small lake tightly

Put your hand in the water

Interrupt swift's deep sleep

The wind is lonely

The sea is far away.

I walked into the street.

The noise was blocked by the red light.

The shadows fanned out.

The footprints are crooked.

The safety island is lonely

The sea is far away.

A blue window lit up.

Downstairs, some boys

Playing guitar and singing.

Cigarette butts are flickering.

Wildcats are lonely

The sea is far away.

On the beach, you fell asleep.

The wind stops at your mouth.

The waves crept in.

Blend into a soft curve

Dreaming alone

The sea is far away.

Red sailboat

There are ruins everywhere.

Road, how to extend from the foot?

Street lamp sliding into pupil

Get out, it's not a star.

I don't want to comfort you.

On the trembling maple leaf

Full of lies about spring.

Tropical sunbird

Didn't fall on our tree.

And the forest fire behind it

It's just a dusty dusk.

If the earth is frozen,

Let's face the warm current

Sail to the sea

If coral reefs are our future image,

Let's face the sea

Near sunset

No, eager to burn

Is the desire to turn to ashes.

We just want to sail quietly.

You have long hair that floats.

I have arms, straight.

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Give me your hand.

Let the world be blocked by my shoulders

I won't bother you again.

If love is not forgetting.

Suffering is not a memory.

Mark my words.

Nothing will pass.

Even if there is only the last poplar tree.

Like an unmarked tombstone.

Stand at the end of the road

Fallen leaves can also talk.

Fade and turn white in rolling.

Freeze slowly

Hold up our deep footprints

Of course, nobody knows tomorrow.

Tomorrow will start from another morning.

Then we will fall asleep.

Start (a disease)

Come on,

Fallen leaves blow into deep valleys,

Singing has no home.

Come on,

Moonlight on the ice,

It has overflowed from the river.

Come on,

Looking at the same sky,

The heart beats the drum of twilight.

Come on,

We haven't lost our memories,

Let's find the lake of life.

Come on,

Road, road,

There are full of red poppies.

There is only one petrified seed

Lies about rolling mountains.

Nor does it deny its existence.

But on behalf of human wisdom.

And gnashing her teeth fiercely.

Are waiting patiently.

Expect flowers to bloom and fall.

Unique fruit

They waited for thousands of years.

The square of desire opened.

History without words

A blind man groped his way forward.

My hand moves on the white paper

I am blind.

a dirty night

When the night is broken in the puddle

Shake off a new page

The elephant rocked its child to sleep.

When the lights string raindrops

Decorate on your shoulders

Shining and falling to the ground.

You said, no

The tone is so firm.

But a smile reveals the secret inside.

Low dark clouds and wet palms

Rub your hair.

Knead into the flowers and my burning breath

The elongated outline of a street lamp.

Connect every intersection and every dream.

Capture the mystery of our happiness with the net

The bitterness of the past condensed into tears.

Wet your handkerchief.

Forgotten at the dark door

Even tomorrow morning.

The muzzle and the bloody sun

Let me hand over my youth, freedom and pen.

I will never hand over this night.

I will never hand you over.

Let the wall cover my lips.

Let iron bars divide my sky.

As long as the heart is beating, there is a tide of blood.

Your smile will be printed on the red moon.

Wake up at my little window every night.

Awaken memory

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The pattern of the sea

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A house, leaving the building.

Act alone in the air

The blue street swims below.

We sat on the floor.

We like floors very much.

We looked at each other.

We like to watch.

two

I live alone.

I live alone by the sea.

Sometimes I'm scared.

I think the sea must be very cool.

Silver coins with teeth are scattered on the bottom of the sea.

I think the sea must be very cool.

Coconuts like sea water.

three

The house is made of wood.

Control darkness with light

How long can you live in a beam of light?

What fell to the ground?

You are beautiful, just like me.

You are beautiful, just like me.

The empty floor rang all over the south.

four

Lightning from the delta

I got burned.

I can't spit out flames.

Red trees are floating on the sea.

I can't spray poisonous flames.

The sea is very difficult.

The sea shows white teeth.

five

This book has one page.

Never closed.

You know, there is a smell in the rain.

Sometimes, breathing can aggravate water accumulation.

Silver is shining with good wishes.

The silver sparkled and almost fell off the desire.

A page of the book is closing.

six

I hold your hand.

You will always exist.

There is always a hand covered with gravel.

Bees in the Pacific Ocean have always existed.

From shore to shore

You will always exist.

The wind buzzed on the high seas.

seven

The door was wide open.

The door hit the wall.

The elf is flying.

Moths die after laying eggs.

There's no one outside, layers of roofs

Rain walks in memory.

The lamp in the distance shines on you.

eight

I saw coconut shells floating on the sea.

I cut the coconut.

I long to be cut open by the sea.

I have fresh white juice.

I have been to an estuary.

There are birds and stone statues on their backs.

The river god swims around with birds.

nine

I prayed silently in the rain.

My love surrounds you.

I heard the bell of returning to the holy land.

The pattern appeared on the light marble.

A shallow marble pattern

A shallow marble pattern

I saw it with my life.

ten

The sea is just ahead.

A big, white, closed mussel.

It's in front of the bed, don't you see?

The sea trembled beside me.

1000 seabirds pattern

Trembling by my side

You didn't see the pattern.

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