Everything is yours: expect a miracle,
April's sadness,
Everything is eager to resound through the sky,-
However, you don't need any reason.
Until death comes, I am still
A little girl, even if it's just your little girl.
Dear, in this winter dusk,
Please stay with me like a little boy.
Don't interrupt my surprise,
Like a little boy, forever.
In a terrible mystery, let me stand still
Be a little girl, even if you have become your wife.
(Age unknown)
(Wesley Wang)
I dedicate these verses to.
I dedicate these verses to.
Those who will build my grave.
People show a little towering,
My hateful forehead.
I betrayed my faith for no reason,
Wearing a small corolla on his forehead,-
In the future grave, I
No longer know your heart.
They won't see it in their faces:
"I heard everything! Everything I saw!
In the grave, I am full of grievances.
Live like everyone else. "
Wearing a snow-white dress.-This is
I don't like colors since I was a child! ——
I lie down.-Who am I buried next to? ——
At the end of my life.
Listen, guys! -I don't accept it!
This is a trap!
They didn't bury me,
Not me.
I know! -Everything's burned out!
The grave is not for everything I love,
Everything in my life,
What kind of habitat does it provide?
19 13. Moscow in spring
(Wesley Wang)
Blood vessels are full of sunlight.
Blood vessels are full of sunlight, not blood.
A dark brown arm.
I am lonely, and for my soul,
Full of love.
I'm waiting for Jess, count from one to one hundred,
Break a straw and take a bite. ...
Feel strongly and universally the shortness of life,
How strange?-My life.
19 13.5. 15
(Wesley Wang)
Crazy-that is, reason.
Crazy-that is, rational,
Shame-that is, honor,
Everything that makes you think,
I am overburdened.
Everything-all the desire for slavery.
Curl up into desire!
In my hair-all kinds of colors.
All cause war.
I know the whole love story,
"Alas, I can recite it backwards!"
My experience at the age of 22—
It is endless melancholy.
But my face is pure rose,
"Don't say anything!"
In the art of lying,
I am an artist among artists.
In a lie that rolls like a ball,
"Exposed again!"
With great-grandmother's blood,
She is a Polish woman.
I lied because of the grass.
Growing along the cemetery,
I lied because of the storm.
Fly along the cemetery ...
Because of violin, because of car,
Because of silk, because of fire. ...
Because of pain: not everyone.
Everyone only loves me!
Because of pain: I am not.
The bride next to the groom.
Because of gestures and lines-for gestures.
And for poetry.
Because of the gentle leather scarf around her neck ...
But how can I not lie,
Because when I lie,
My voice will be softer ...
19 15. 1.3
(Wesley Wang)
Careless! -It was a lovely mistake.
Careless! -It was a lovely mistake,
Lovely traveling companions and lovely enemies!
You laughed at my eyes,
You injected mazurka into my veins!
You don't teach people to keep rings,-
No matter who fate makes me marry!
Happened to start at the end,
It's over before it starts.
In our life of inaction,
Live like straw and steel ...
-Treat sadness with chocolate,
Smile at passers-by
19 15.3.3
(Wesley Wang)
Cigang people are keen on parting.
Cigang people are keen on parting!
Shortly after meeting-and hurriedly separated,
I put my hand on my forehead,
Staring at the night, lost in thought:
Whoever went through our letters,
No one can understand the true feelings inside,
We're so treacherous, but that means-
We are so loyal to ourselves.
19 15. 10
(Wesley Wang)