... Qiu Yu leans on the railing
I looked behind the tung-colored door,
Express human beings' fear of night.
Time and the turbulent coastline,
Take a long step back,
Brushed by the petrel's wings whipping the smoke waves,
Back toward the meridian,
Return to area 37,
That one I suddenly couldn't remember,
Where we met.
The memory is so far away,
I don't know where to start from.
Tip. Generate electricity for love, there may be pitfalls
Intention:…
