Modern Poetry: The Beautiful South

The incompetent Trojan horse

The split dummy

The face excited by love

Strange

But clinging to...

This love makes people intoxicated

Intoxicated and makes people forget

Like birds changing seasons

Pulling you and me...

And we are fickle

Ignorant and frivolous

So the expectations before the end

are relaxed and Wonderful...

Far lost and cold

And pessimistic and desperate

Isn’t it?

We once entered it very stubbornly and affectionately

Wasn’t it?

You are my confused love

A direction that cannot be pointed out

That is clearly never reachable

That is the beautiful south

The gods within me

Tear me apart accurately

Let me watch in silence from a high place

In the violence of the low place again

Falling into the wheel

Far lost and cold

And pessimistic and desperate

Isn’t it?

We once entered it very stubbornly and affectionately

Wasn’t it?

The music used to be crazy

It was the rotation that once confused me

Now it is again

It pulls you and I

In the beautiful south

In the beautiful south

The beautiful south...

In the beautiful south

The beautiful south...

The beautiful south...

The beautiful south...

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Beautiful South