<1>
At night,
the sound of the old harmonica was still outside the window,
playing intermittently.
Dreams,
are stretched deep and long by the tiny starlight.
As deep as a black hole,
Like back-to-back glances.
At this time,
I really hope to hear your beautiful singing.
I wish I could be hugged in your chest.
The crossbow cannot wait for the long arrow,
The cold cannot wait for the fire.
And in this long night,
I never waited for the paradise that quietly surrounded me.
Only the withered cactus tried to escape from the dream.
<2>
A heavy rain broke through the central nervous system of the city,
flooding with greedy attitude.
Let the day's starlight become a disdainful indolence.
My heaven is in the rain of evil,
Instantly convulsed.
I gasped,
holding Proust's "In Search of Lost Time",
burst into tears.
In the darkness of slumber,
my shadow sneaked in,
telling me the antinomies of the Critique of Pure Reason.
Past, present, future, time and space alternately change,
I seem to wake up,
My other shore is exactly that one The proud new Tibetan line,
So,
My paradise is reborn at my feet,
Profound and solemn...
< Three>
For the last time,
Let me isolate time and space to welcome the warmth of your lips.
Then,
I walked through Plato's woods,
out of your heart.
Please don’t stare at my back.
Let us stand with our backs to the sound of wind blowing from the leaves,
Let the reflection of our gaze,
burn the thorns on my way forward.
My steps will not take away your dawn,
If your dusk and night are covered with moss,
Then I will take you with a high-spirited attitude. Posture,
Let the lonely wind solidify me into a stalactite.
<4>
The bird in my poem flaps its wings,
flies out of the window,
stops on a tree of acacia On the tree,
awakened its dream.
The sound of the cry,
carrying my heartbeat,
from a bottom-up perspective,
brings the old days to life The loneliness is elongated.
The albizia flower holds my cold hands tightly,
But my eyes travel across the sky,
I don’t know what I am watching from afar.
Not even my black eyelashes can cover it.
Our eyes met, tenacious and silent.
Solidified into a mobile wall in the seasonal wind...