Text/Gu Hong
Used to shuttle at night.
Look at the reflection on the ground.
Shining is the flowing Milky Way.
The wind beat against the black tree.
Humming a song whose tune nobody knows.
Tonight, there is no epiphyllum.
Rare silence
Don't worry about the sound of flowers waking dreams.
It's like a poor man's party
No food
Or dance.
Just talking together.
There is a lamp called the moon hanging in the distance.
With two points of light that are about to collapse
I heard it's called a star.
It's three o'clock in the morning on the balcony
Downstairs is a pile of outlines.
Who calls a beam of light in the distance?
Oh, it's a police car on patrol.
At present, this website is theirs.
I seem to be playing go.
This is another piece I left behind.
In an obscure corner
I'm tired of it. The game is not over yet.
Where will the next child fall?
Can't see through winning or losing.
A cloud covered the moon and penetrated the moonlight.