Self-destruction at dusk
The night is beautiful.
The longer the night on the mountain, the bigger it is.
The stones drilled by horses and sheep grow bigger and bigger on the mountain.
It is snowing this evening.
Give me a small sacrifice.
themselves
My secret goddess
What rhythm should I use?
Tell you, serve you
What kind of bleeding should I use?
Lick your wound on the mountain.
Looking at the endless land.
As a consolation.
Take "forgetting" as a companion
I will take myself out of the flashlight that can recognize my face.
Since then, I have embarked on a hopeless road.
Think of the body as the last tent on the grassland.
Those mysterious knitting women
The spinning wheel was dyed red in the evening sky.
The blood-red axle rattled all night.
I gave in to them.
Sister sunset glow who died by the sword
Take off at night
I succumbed to the secret flight at dusk.
The body returns to the sky at night.
Two and a half red moons embrace each other.
until today
I still don't see it.
Those who betray their parents and homes.
People who love life.
Why do you want to travel with me?
My youth, my revolutionary notes.
Carved on a wooden bowl for survival by refugees on the road.
That bowl used to be full of red sunset glow and all the past life.
at death's door
Did he break down?
Or pass it on to the children?
Sunset burning
Bad luck is inevitable.
I have come to the end of my life.
Hug a precious poet and cry bitterly.
But you can never change your destiny.
I am a poet who is embraced.
A precious poet.
Look at the sunset glow reflecting the grassland
Inner pain is more than others.
People are like ashes at dusk and night.
Scattered by the river, sad and tired.
Walking on the earth is like the footsteps of fire.
The sunset glow is full of fire.
And the smell of burning. stretch/extend as far as the eye can see
Stretching across plains and desolate beaches.
Two and a half red moons embrace each other.
That is the poet's lonely throne.
May lovers get married.
Rattan wheat and wheat grow together.
May the river flow with the river.
Endless rivers flow along the night.
The mysterious wandering king
Go back to your hometown at night.
Urban fragmentation
The Vagabond King
Lonely time
Night makes the plain vast, the north infinite, and the fire blows all over.
Lift the endless evening in the north to the sky.
The dawn on the ocean is higher.