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The spirits of dreams come one after another/gather in the place where the sun rises/where the bluebirds gather/God's footsteps follow the footsteps of love/spread into a light/on a bodhi leaf/the bowl of life rotates/among flowers and trees/white clouds kiss the top of the mountain/Bedouin trees are silent/sudden blessings/fallen to the earth/rivers are salvaged/flowing phantoms like my reputation/unknown eyes listen to my heartbeat/.
Pushkin sat in the eyes/hands of peanuts/spread into the air/spread into the purple depths of banyan trees/the implication that I couldn't sit down/the dust settled/mimosa was my thought/the bat was the mystery of imagination/it went deep into the night/sighed in loneliness/low huts/smoke curled up/flew away from my panic/flew away from my homesickness/Xia Na girls' spring dreams/boys' first love/.
Life starts from a river/the cradle is the clothes of the universe/the earth/the sun is the laughter at the top of the tree/the wind steals tenderness from the eye muscles of rainy nights/the village women who wash clothes/the laziness and happiness of spring nights/the flowers on the face/the morning glow on the branches/the chaos of unity/in the distant horizon/the cowherd and the weaver girl pass by with lanterns/it is endless love and tenderness.
An empty room is a circle/around a person's life/birth, illness and death.