**Origional poem was written in Mandarin and put through an on-line translator. The result is very interesting**
We all are lonely and floating people in this modern city.
This is recluse nation.
In this cold and concrete forest
Dreams have been curdled to sculptures and stopped by concrete.
People play show and pretend smile under their masks everyday.
They back to original in every midnight
They fear to face the true so that they have to find some people talk
They even think after the night
They would be given up by their memories
People and circumstance keep exchanging and affecting each other
The heart really wants to see but hide his body in dark, nobody is able to
find any track from the person.
Lovers stand over there and face to face, but cannot read each heart
Everything and everything gradually become weak and light
Something with inside have been to cold and flinty
Finally. The blood cannot flow as usual because of this changing.
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