Running to the moon is as bright as your spring dream.
It's fleeting
You are desperate to invest.
The untouchable "source of life"
Even if the moon is willing to accept your betrayal.
And loneliness to accompany you for thousands of years.
Why are towering mountains?
I can't bear heavy shackles for you.
Did you get blown away?
A beautiful faint voice
In thousands of performances,
live forever
A boat, a boat.
For some unknown reason.
Tilt on the ground
A desolate reef coast
The paint has not faded yet.
The sail is broken.
There are neither trees nor shadows.
Even the grass refuses to grow.
Tidal sea surface
It's only a few meters away.
The waves gasped.
Waterbirds flap their wings anxiously.
Boundless sea
Even if there is a distant territory.
In a very short distance
But lost the last strength.
Through the eternal distance
They looked at each other in disappointment.
Love crosses the boundary between life and death.
Century space
Interwoven with eternal new eyes
Is it sincere love?
Will rot with the planking.
Is it a flying soul?
Life imprisonment on the threshold of freedom
The dripping Guanyin looks elegant and clear.
Dust will not grow.
A rhythmic swing of the shoulders.
There is only one back.
It can also be charming.
How many times has the world suffered?
Why always look at eyes, nose and heart?
Will it be like this?
Tread barefoot on great sadness and joy
I take a sitting position.
Lotus blossoms on four walls.
Suddenly I feel that my eyes are full of sky.
Quasi-closed non-closed
Neither.
Eternal problems spread
nor
Eternal silent answer
Echo wall of the sky
It just exploded.
be filled/suffused/brimming with
answer
Fall from He Chaozong's fingers.
The round water of wisdom.
After a thousand years, there are still
Residual temperature
The snow is piling up in reading.
Loneliness is as fertile as rotten leaves.
Finger through the glass and out of the window.
A snowflake has just been measured.
Body temperature in the Alps
Beating gently in my palm.
Night zero viviparous
Turn off all artificial lighting.
Into the dark heart
Drifting in disorder
The details of polygons can't stand being touched.
Even if there is
The tenderness of matches
Only on the frozen soil of age and experience
Save speech prototype
Flat and light.