Anxiety about future modern poetry

I

walked through a city full of wine and meat

Dust floated from chimneys

went through my lungs

I wanted to wear a snow-white mask

but I was worried about passers-by, cast

strange eyes

thoughts, and traveled through time

At that time, in the Tang Dynasty, Jiali 3,

wriggled on the open-air T-stage

Breathed all the way

Through Chang 'an, Kyoto

I

Through the city with many chimneys

Chimneys regularly, Looking at the sky

which is already gray

their heart and lungs have cysts

and their trachea has inflammation

I have a big asthma

I also started coughing loudly

Under the dim street lamp

I saw my bow-like figure

My white hair has been dyed black

That white mask

has passed through my mask.