Near, then only far, the last eyeball of the year
And the one whose stars dimmed. Unfamiliar place names
The first encounter was screened.
Finally, we went back somewhere, and the furnishings had been fixed
It's like spinning a day's gear bite in the right place
The silence in the ear dissolved into a sea
Like the blossoming of flowers, gazing into the wider, we sleeplessly and
Grateful for the surging power of the mountain stone. And the words are light
The raindrops of the camphor spray in all directions to spit out the eternal night of the Pujiang River
Forever, then can not exist.
Who I will be, where we will sit until the end of the day
The crowd hurried to the rhythm of practicing new lines
The opposite side of the embrace, only the invisible thing rises from within
Love to beat hunger, the cold touch is the black Buick parking
In the nonsense streets, all the winds bid farewell from all sides
I, in the end, am still me, the thing in the mirror
Urge me to admit it. It's like I see I don't see anything
Every flower gets back on its feet.
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