The standing wall covered with windows
The lying floor covered with patterned tiles
The window looking directly at the sun
In my Office place
A perspective on social phenomena
Only me and my melancholy shadow
Left on the newspaper full of circles
Some sick ants are working
The labor fees are hot between their pincer arms
On the lowered heads, only black hair can be seen
Hang on the chest The names on the certificates reflect the light
The unemployed people have been scolding
Complete the journey they started before
There is still a complete river in their dreams
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And the sun that shines on it
The uncut sun
The scenery in my memory has been taken away
In a plastic bag
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Listen to a song before opening the bag
The job hunting song is sweet
Wake up from every From the mouths of animals
Floating through the city folded in the light
And the polluted river on the edge of the city
Some abandoned fishing boats
Stop and think