I secretly pour the fragrance hard into my stomach
Summer is like a bug that doesn't stop fluttering
Albums and about love Both grow tired eyes and stubborn hearts
Walking through the place where I went to school at night
Angry, fallen angels in the night
The nighttime The lake opens up with blurred . Ripples
About geometry and modern Chinese
My eyes are wide open and my limbs well-developed
The air is stifling
My poetry is like wet shoes
And my head forms a funny shape
The house is on the shore of the lake There is a wind and a moon
The old woman is a good storyteller
Like tangled wicker
The old woman is good at telling stories
Like tangled willows
At night, walking by the place where I went to school.
At night I begin to think desperately about life
A hard-working middle-aged man
Sleeps soundly while I think
His thoughts are more incisive than mine
Drivers on the road have had their fill of tea
And are struggling to coalesce their thoughts
Like an opera house
The people in the cars are usually emperors
The tea egg buyers doze off
Every day on the flyovers
The cars are like speeding beams of light
Centered at the five-way intersection, the people are like pulsating cells
At night, there's no sunlight
The people are dancing in the squares, mixing desire and pain and pleasure
I'm carrying milk
Looking for the one who will be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one.
I look for the girl from the milk factory
She's dancing with a man in a mess.
Campus at night
My shadow, in the lake of love
Floating ......
An angelic girl
Picking up the hem of her skirt
Dancing with me
I started to fantasize... ...
The seeds of all fantasies sprouting
Like love ......