Go beyond the last thought, rise
On a bronze background
A bird with golden feathers
Singing in a palm tree. Without human significance,
No one's feelings, no songs.
You will understand that this is irrational.
Are we happy or unhappy?
Birds are singing. Its feathers sparkle.
Palm stands at the end of space.
The wind blew slowly between the branches.
The bird's dazzling feathers hung down.
-there are few intimate and warm things.
It's like we were never children.
We sat in the house, in the moonlight,
It seems that I have never been young, which is true.
We shouldn't wake up. be intoxicated
A bright red woman will stand up,
Standing in the purple Hui Jin, combing her long hair.
She will say a line of poetry thoughtfully.
She doesn't think we sing very well.
Besides, if the sky is so blue, things will get better naturally.
Sing for her. She listened.
Feeling her color is a meditation,
Happiest, but still not as happy as before.
Stay here and talk about familiar things. -
They presented a rooster to the drug god;
Let me offer two, and I will quit twice:
Escape from illness, escape from you.