Collection of Poems by King Jinling

Life always changes slowly and inadvertently, smoothing out my edges and corners, smoothing out my mountains, and I no longer have the happiness I had when I was a calf. I have become so willing to forget things, I don't remember what I said, I don't remember my dreams, I don't remember fighting the sword to the end of the world, I just remember to survive. So what? What can I do? What can I change? I can only use this incompatible pen to record something. Use his incompatibility to tie up my life, and use the poems he wrote to praise those nameless weeds and lonely wanderers wandering in the world.