I stretched out a naked arm.
Lie flat on the wall
Colour a piece of chalk.
Show off the health of ochre.
Blue rivers flow on the earth.
Blue blood vessels are beating in my arms.
Five fingers
This is five bottles of fresh red wine.
It's spinning inside.
The blood of the land cultivator
I know
This is life.
Let the pain of love and the melancholy of life
Let it bear the burden,
Let it breathe in
Under the cold plow yoke of this century,
Let it exult, worry, laugh and cry,
It will inspire itself.
Until you fall!
That's right.
According to my wish
On the day of expectation
Will also use their own tragic ash.
Get out of the background
The bright red of the newborn.