(1)
On weekends, the silence of this room
is more suitable for a person’s loneliness
From door to window, Nineteen Steps
Nineteen steps from window to door
Six steps from living room to bedroom
Three steps from bedroom to bed
She Keep measuring
Measure these frozen days
Measure those punctuation words
Measure the gentleness and wildness of the small town
Measure This world
So big yet so small
(2)
The plains are vast and the nights are vast
Cold, under the warm light Next
Imitation of burning
There is also burning
Some sadness hidden behind the joy
Vast and heavy
< p> The wind is slow to come, and the years are slightly tiltedShe lowered her head to read a book
The world is quietly moving away from her
Away from birds, big trees, and white clouds
Stay away from sunsets, temples, lies
Stay away from filth and tears
Stay away from the long nights trembling in tears
Let the words Make a home in the soil
In the wilderness, in the peach garden, in the green tomb...
(3)
Late at night, alone
Watch CCTV rebroadcasts "Waiting for Me"
The scars of unfortunate events
Shining with the black light of compassion
An unexpected rain< /p>
Bursting in her eyes
She shuddered with sobs
The night became an inch thicker
She omitted the hunger and Death
Return to a blank piece of paper and remain silent
Afraid of making a sound
There will be an avalanche
(IV )
She wants to live like this, eat and breathe
Faceless and disheveled
Sometimes she is afraid of hearing
A landline phone
That was a call from the town
Emergency
Quietly magnetizing her sky
Like the pointer of time stuck there
There is no trace of what is gone or what is left
She must dress up to attend
Day after day
Curling Blade The journey that the wind passed by
A witness sealed her lips
She must hold her breath and move forward quickly
to take care of the life that cannot be expressed in words.
(5)
She woke up at ten o'clock in the morning
Happy moments are as beautiful as despair
The gods loved her; Give her shiny red boots
She must keep walking, keep walking
Invite friends to listen to the wind in the wild
She collects fallen leaves in the woods
p>
Collect stones, mud, and iron pieces
Collect loneliness, sadness, and homesickness
Collect women’s joy and kindness
Collect those things in winter Wipe blue
Gods, if you love her, don’t despise her
She is just a child
I don’t know how to please you children
You Looking at the passing news
I feel a little hesitant in the cold