Eight hundred years ago
do not know who wrote down the ring you and me
staggered that complicated? rub shoulders
who continued the song spectrum of the weeping soul
eight hundred years ago
Hsu turned off my life in that memo paper
off I do not know
evening dusk dye entanglement? figure
mapping the broken strings of soul music
eight hundred years ago
I asked the dazzling rainbow pigeon placed
between the endless clouds
like silent tears
painted depiction of the colorful? like repeatedly asked
who was waiting for
eight hundred years ago
your sword? Executive smile
fluttering sheath? cold
know the rain is cold December snow have
eight hundred years ago
you I found out? What is the root
cool smile forever? off air for a city mundane
eight hundred years ago Best
thousand words end with no solution Quebec
solution next time? Does it also rewards
Past Red? messy life Eight years later
tall Night City Who is my farewell music
weeping soul? like silk wrapped around a
who could not bear the
who pigeon rings Jingzhe
who sank the soul Eight years later
who explore who the sword? between hearty
without thorns? whose body Eight years later
who saw through the Red
not stained the cold December snow
rooting eternal silent Eight years later
Night City
smile again and again? end is heard
you my ring
scattered off the colors of the ancient city after another in the rain Eight years later
between light who is sitting in the temple
mottled city? clip-clop
who startled heart and soul Eight years later
I found out you
had broken the Red? deep Night City
are all waiting for you and me
sticky on the ring of fate that moment????
★ ★ ★
remember that? that first song
☆ ☆
is the end anyway
as I am a sword? your flute sleeping lotus leaf
laugh rendering
the length of Mozhi
as I Zouqin? you dance with lush green bamboo shoot
tip
much less than the
as I drink? you a cappella
window Chrysanthemum less hangover
not break before and after
as I read poetry? you paint Kam Wah Hong
Orchids that around
you say, OK
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