So innocent people will rest in peace forever.
Only the crowd took away his bloody body.
Buried in his dark sky
Only the masses have a deep understanding.
How weak the killer is.
-Ai Lvya's The Last Night
Your voice
Your eyes
Your hand
Your lips
Our silence
Our words
The light came and disappeared.
The lost smile between us
I watched the night create the day.
We haven't changed a bit.
Be loved by everyone
Be deeply loved by one person
Your lips silently promise happiness.
leave
leave
Say no love
close
close
close
Say love
Kissing and caressing keep us away from innocence.
Gradually
I saw the language of love.
There is only one outlet for emotions.
Let it be
All the words have lost their thoughts.
Emotions drift with the tide
People are walking in the city.
stare
bless
Just because I love you.
Everything makes sense.
I walk towards you.
It's like running towards infinite light.
If you smile
Smiling is my best destination.
Your open arms are like a halo.
Penetrate the gray fog ...
-Ai Lvya's City of Pain
It's in my primary school student's exercise book.
On our desks and trees.
On the beach, in the snow.
I wrote your name.
On all the pages I have read.
On all the blank pages
On stone, blood, paper or ashes
I wrote your name.
On the golden image
On the soldier's arm
On the emperor's crown
I wrote your name.
In Lin Mang and the desert.
On the bird's nest and goldfinch branches
The echo of my childhood
I wrote your name.
On the Miracle of Night
On white bread during the day
In the wedding season
I wrote your name.
On all my blue rags
On the moldy sun pool
On the edge of the living moon lake
I wrote your name.
On the court, on the horizon.
On the wings of a bird
On the windmill in the shadow
I wrote your name.
At every dawn
On the sea, on the boat
On the crazy mountain
I wrote your name.
On the moss of the clouds
On the sweat of the storm
On the heavy and tasteless rain
I wrote your name.
In the image of Jing Yao.
On the color clock
On the Truth of Matter
I wrote your name.
On the road to awakening
On the open road
In the crowded square
I wrote your name.
In my mirror and bedroom.
A fruit in two.
On my empty shell bed
I wrote your name.
On my greedy and gentle dog
On an upright ear
On its clumsy feet
I wrote your name.
On the springboard in front of my house
On something familiar.
On the waves of sacred flame
I wrote your name.
In the body of consent
On my friend's forehead.
On each outstretched hand
I wrote your name.
In the unexpected window
On watchful lips
Above silence
I wrote your name.
In my deserted hiding place
On my collapsed lighthouse
On my boring wall
I wrote your name.
As far as restoring health is concerned.
In the lost adventure
Hope for no memory.
I wrote your name.
Because of the power of one word,
I started my life again.
I'm here to pick you up.
Call your name.
freedom
-Freedom in Ai Lvya.
She stood on my eyelids.
Her hair hangs in my hair.
She has the shape of my palm.
She has the color of my eyes.
She was swallowed up by my shadow.
Like a jewel in the sky.
Her eyes are always open.
Don't let me sleep.
Her dream is in broad daylight.
Let the sun fade,
Make me laugh, cry and laugh.
Say something, but I can't say anything.
-Ai Lvya's lover.
The blue sky left me, and I lit a fire.
Light a fire and become friends with it.
Light a fire and enter the heavy winter night.
Light a fire for a better life.
I lit everything that the day gave me;
Forests, shrubs, wheat fields, vineyards,
The nest and the birds in it, the house and the keys to the house,
Insects, flowers, fur, joy.
I only heard the crackle of flames,
Smell its fragrance and feel its warmth;
I am like a ship sinking in closed deep water,
I'm like a dead man, just alone.
-Ai Lvya's "Living here"
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