Bangkok by night

The neon of the street, crushing the sunlight, the last color. Traffic is treading through the fidge, and the crevices are the only hope. Prayerful prayer, primitive calling. Simple thoughts burst out when they return to zero, and the streets howl. Beautiful youth, bikini street side legs. Charming grace, carnal cross-border teasing. Strong physique, rotten woman's shallow smile at the corner of her mouth. Alcohol, tobacco, and everything that can burn the fire of nature . At this point . In the ears, a dizzy chirp . Sticky dreams attached to the skin . The sense of smell has stopped, and the mouth is desperately gasping . now. Humans don't need to care, it's nature that is stocked. The air doesn't need to be cared for, everything will blow away by the north wind . I don't need to care, tomorrow it will still be me.

----- Ye Xiaomo