That Year, Catkins Were Flying

The so-called three lives stone Who traveled across the universe Let the angel with broken wings Wandering alone And white-winged Satan But laughing crazily No harm done No harm done But my palm prints are entangled in your ambiguity self-extended Niewang Central Who is whose original sin? Whose paradise Beyond the beauty of poppies Look at the meandering sorrow of the flowers on the other side But in ruthless forgetfulness See your compassionate look