A hymn for young people in the Lord called companions

"Companions"

Not yet

Waiting for the song of snow to wake up

Flowers

become< /p>

Toys of the night

A dream that makes the light lose its shape

Let Shuo Mouse

do not have to watch

cry yourself An incomplete corpse

can

pass through here

to another golden cave

countryside

< p>The sky in the fields

is a closed drawer

has become a doom

stars

are no longer the eyes of crops and water

The body of the swan in flight

becomes still and void because of the white tenderness

I

travel to the other side

Rediscover the companions of the moon

The Magic Ship

Let the phosphorus sit in silence and curse the river in front of you

There are no lashings of dark and rancid lightning

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Let spring be a throbbing pain

rather than the sun and moon’s line of defense