Dusk
The violent mountain swallowed the sun,
From the sky flashed heart blood。
...
If I become a painter
If I become a painter
First draw your picture
...
The Song Of The Wind
Dusk
The violent mountain swallowed the sun,
From the sky flashed heart blood。
The final thought as flying crane,
Like walking side-by-side battlefield。
From the sad eyes shining thoughts,
In the wind left as a stray。
The slice of silence took everything ah,
Waves vertex smile basil。
2010-12-10
The song of the wind
is that you?
Landing with a twig
Destbilized the sparrow`s rest
is that you?
Hanging on the willow tree
To the fish teaching fairy tele
is that you?
Using your thumb knocked at the window
Run to the wheat to
is that you?
Like in the forest of loneliness bordered
No quietness of dancing
You
Really like in a remote village
Lost childhood.
2010-12-10