Thoughts on rainy nights in North Island

When the night is broken in the puddle

Shake off a new page

The elephant rocked its child to sleep.

When the lights string raindrops

Decorate on your shoulders

Shining and falling to the ground.

You said, no

The tone is so firm.

But a smile reveals the secret of the heart.

Low dark clouds and wet palms

Rub your hair.

Knead into the flowers and my burning breath

The elongated outline of a street lamp.

Connect every intersection and every dream.

Capture the mystery of our happiness with the net

The bitterness of the past condensed into tears.

Wet your handkerchief.

Forgotten at the dark door

Even tomorrow morning.

The muzzle and the bloody sun

Let me hand over my youth, freedom and pen.

I will never hand over this night.

I will never hand you over.

Let the wall cover my lips.

Let iron bars divide my sky.

As long as the heart is beating, there is a tide of blood.

Your smile will be printed on the red moon.

Wake up at my little window every night.

Awaken memory