Muddy alley
Scattered with desolation after the rain.
Busy pedestrians cut in,
I am one of them.
Rain, wet clothes and hats,
I am in the rain.
A desolate walking landscape.
Life haunts me,
Like peach blossoms in a torrent.
Spring is in my heart,
My legs are swaying in the autumn wind.
Touch the surface of this road,
Seems to be more familiar than your own body.
People around you,
This is a ship with a smooth expression.
Pulled by the rope of life,
In my hometown, in the distance.
Life is a mess,
I can't figure it out,
I can't make a flying bow.
The so-called work is just hanging in front of you.
Apples or carrots.
Make people willing to follow.
Their humble and heavy shells.
In the rain, in a foreign land,
I'm just a passer-by drinking cocktails.
Anesthetize one's monotony,
Plus the shadow under the street lamp,
Appreciate each other's loneliness.
Drama on the stage,
It has a desirable plot.
Someone is gesturing,
Won a wreath and let people fly to congratulate.
And I, just a fish swimming in shallow water,
Don't envy the waves of the sea,
Towering mountains.
Maybe sometimes, playing the clown,
The bright red nose was scrubbed with tears,
The expression of pain,
Be mistaken for a plot designed in advance.
Forget it, just be yourself.
Tossing in the wind and scattering in the rain.
Hold a red umbrella for yourself,
Sing yourself a distant olive tree,
Or a joke in the world of mortals.
Looking forward to a long skirt,
Laughing like a flower at a certain moment,
Or held by a strong and warm hand,
The neck is longer than a giraffe,
In another rain,
Walking in the desert.