finale
Mad Grass 2022.01.10 Lapa Festival in the North Sea
Let's go, let's go
Until it hits the mountains and meets the sea
What I saw, I have already passed
Until there is nowhere to go
There is no way back
Until the sun sets sooner and later
The river became more and more muddy
The opposite eyeball changes from black to blue
Until war returns to peace
Suffering comes down to memory
Happiness is tired of happiness
You're at ease, you have to
Lower your eyes
Stare at both feet
Take one breath after another
Count the years of waste
Wait until the weather clears
Find an old piece of land and draw a new prison
For three or four days in a row, I felt that the loss of blood was serious, and last night until now it has been windy and blowing out some clouds. Thanks thanks.
Below is a small painting painted on the road through Guangxi
