1. "Sculpture on the Assembly Line" Go straight down along the assembly line.
I saw my youth.
Gurgling, like blood.
The motherboard, shrapnel, and iron box passed by one by one.
No one will help me with the work at hand.
Fortunately, the work station where I work gave me this.
Hands are like machines.
Tirelessly, grab, grab, grab.
Until the hands bloom with prosperity.
Cocoon, bleeding wound.
I have never discovered it.
I have already stood up.
An ancient sculpture.
2. "Working Life" Indulging in the working life, a line of loneliness grew between my eyebrows.
Let the machine be polished day and night, with a clanging sound.
One hundred thousand working men, one hundred thousand working girls.
Dedicate your best youth.
On the assembly line, buried by hand
The master said that this is a high-speed machine and that is a general-purpose machine.
This is a vehicle and that is a fixture.
But all I saw was coldness.
The line leader said, you are all working here and no one is forcing you.
I am tied to this sentence, on the pillar of shame of memories.
Count those years that you can never get back.
3. "The Moon Rises from the Factory Area" The moon rises from the factory area, opening the umbrella of the night.
You come out of the workshop and I go in through the security gate.
The white and evening shifts are handed over here, and the light of the machine is slightly inferior to the withering of youth.
The screws made up for the damage of its internal organs, and the warehouse was filled with food for the night.
Leave it to us who work the night shift to eliminate it by working while standing.
For many days, I have maintained that devout love for life.
It wears gradually between machines.
The lost sleep cannot light up a light.
A strong wind blows through life.
The stars above the factory area are shaking.
My dream is sleeping at the shipping dock at three o'clock in the morning.
The end of the sky.
The moon rises from the factory area.