Graves grow silently with diaries
In the barren sand, sand grains are memories
Hands that reach out to the sky grow in the sand grains
Turn into tombstones, and write as pen flowers of life
In the night
Collect the sweet juice of life
Rain, tears and blood of life. It's not
but it's a drop of water that creatures are thirsty
It's a drop of tears from the life spirit
Thin hands, and the falling tears are not shining in the palm of your hand
The veins are glittering and translucent. Clear pulse
The sound of life is scattered in the empty sky under the moonlight
Scare away the raging sand
Stars come to sing with you
White flowers bloom in the dry air
Bring new life to dance with you
No song and dance, no band
No audience, no applause
But you. Let your body be covered with fine spines
Use fine spines to produce water droplets of life
Suck and nurture this silent desert creature
Falling memories
You put your roots in the symbol of life
You don't need to cultivate, but you break through the bondage of death
Light up the creatures at the grave
Turn them into a talk about death
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