The floating clouds are imprinted on the blue sky behind them,
Guided by light, refracted together into the window frame.
A collection of modern essays is spread out in front of my chest,
The person on the bed was forced into sleep...
Ten meters downstairs there are noisy people and cars passing by.
Through the restless air——
It was as if the forensic doctor had used the cold scalpel to cut open his chest.
For a long time, my thoughts poured into my dreams, causing me to feel confused.
Running on the endless national borders,
Toward the east:
On the left is the alienated ghost,
Like the trackers on the Volga River, dragging the cruise ship high;
On the right is silence that cannot be seen.
I can't tell where my hometown is.
The sun goes down as usual, longing for longing!
Longing comes slowly from the black silhouette reflected in the glow,
It's ancient, time-honored legends stirring.
Intention: Every time you say goodbye, you die a little bit