Saw deep death late at night
When the light is trivial, even guessed and jealous
The light is not there
Dreamland is almost the port of my ship
In the narrow valley, there was a westerly wind on the clouds and
Rock about to fall
That frozen lightning, those helpless insomnia in creation
One after another
One crow on the cliff smashed the nails
Throw away
The armor of corn has gone down the river
The only thing left in the hand that can scream and bluff is the seed
Tonight is so deep, there is no sound of water
The village and the city are lonely
Live in loneliness, die in loneliness
There is no sign connecting the noise and silence
The banner in my hand has no pattern, no eyes, no color
The rock on the top of the cliff is inherently as cold as the sky
The sky is dark, there is no resistance
The shattered shattered light watching death
Watching the disappearing freedom
2020-11-07 06:58:25
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