Evening style modern poetry

The ship sets off

At the Canton Tower Pier

The wind blows over

It falls on my skin, refreshing

Then fell or flew away

Those who fell were intertwined with the falling moonlight

Those who flew away hit the arms of thousands of lights in the distance.

Boats are rippling in the Pearl River

Anyway, I have already fallen asleep at dusk

The sky rendered by lights is colorful

The moon is in my eyes There is a sweet dream in my eyes

Don’t wake me up

It always makes me panic when I wake up

My ears will hear— —

The collision of moonlight makes a buzzing sound

The wind is the prince tonight

It drives the lights on both sides of the bank away behind me

< p> They all become my lost items one by one

Things I want to get rid of from your heart

There is never any favor

I at least have to I am grateful for the uprightness of this wind

It makes my shadow in the moonlight fade away

Maybe, no, there will be illusions

You may be thinking Whispering

Discussing where the ship will take the years and me to

You know that the years will leave the other side of the light

And I always stare at the light The one you drove away

Boat, don’t stop either

The wind still lingers

As it flies into the distance, it’s just like me A collision

No matter how far away it is

It will eventually fall into the simple sky

It is no different from my shadow leaving me

Look at how bright the tower is in the distance

It will be the end of the world whether I listen to you or not

Take a boat ride once in thirty years

A lifetime Two times is too little, three times is too many

What I am greedy for is not life

It is the night breeze