I can't see a bird.
My soul and a flock of crows are holding a sacrifice.
My body has been buried in a grave full of weeds.
I was blown down by the moonlight at night.
I broke my finger and shed pale blood.
I also crushed the stone and turned it into
A crystal tear.
Missing is a beautiful and lonely snake.
She loves the sky, but she can't learn.
The reason for flying, silence
It is her language disorder that spits out blood red letters.
But I can't understand her warm love words.
The northern sky is accompanied by flying sand.
The geese in the north can't fly.
Hengyang is a low mountain peak, and I am holding a stream.
When bees collect honey, let her breed.
A white stone, silent.
There was no crying during childbirth.
I took all the cigarettes from the kitchen.
Make a crown for God.
I fell at his feet.
Accept criticism of a poem
I love this God.
Her name is not Jehovah.
She is just an ordinary girl.
Standing on the distant mountain