Preface to class poems

Overlooking the earth

But forever

unapproachable

Stay away from the masses and reality.

But still.

Have a pseudonym

moon

one

subtle

Don't blaspheme.

Recognition of ...

So pure

So sad

What is loneliness? What is cold? Is it the loneliness of parting, or the loneliness and gloom?

I used to chase the root of loneliness, but I lost the most precious memory in the crisscross of time. I can only repeat this sadness that stings my heart in mediocrity.

The bright colors once looked up have faded into pale colors, such as black, white and red, in the pursuit of thousands of years. Memory, leaving only the color that seems desperate, the dark universe that seems helpless and chaotic, the place where the soul is sad and lonely, leaving only the burning fire, as if to burn everything in this world, just to intercept the past …