1983 Alley December Clear Chapter 7 of the Night The typewriter continues to push the next line closer to the truth The fog of the heather pipe drifts towards the withered tree Silence cries out to me The rotunda off Baker Street The badge of the iris on the arm of the armored knight The shimmering sound of an unmanned carriage The late-night visitation Evil in the Victorian moonlight Scarlet openings Vanishing pistols The scorched canes Melted wax figures who were not there On the jewelry box Symbolic illusions leading to his piled-up dead-end street Evidence perfectly buried The lips that mocked the Scottish police force rise If evil is to be found in the police station, it's not a good idea. Wax figures, who were not there, the illusion of symbols on the jewel case, the contradiction leading to the dead-end alley he piled up, the evidence perfectly buried, the upturned corners of the mouth that taunted the Scottish police force, if evil is the music of magnificent cruelty, then justice is the melancholy of deep hopelessness, and its finale, I will write with my own hand, and I will light the shimmering light in the ashes, and the light of the morning will dry the last line of sorrow, and the raindrops will wash away the high walls of darkness, and the ink of blackness will taint the tranquility of it. The truth can only penetrate the soil without footprints, the sudden scent of tiny flowers, the deliberate costumes, the masks that everyone wears to lie for different reasons, the motives that have only one name, that of desire, the swamps of human nature, and who can really go through them without being soiled, we can forget, forgive, but we must know the truth, and the iron beds that have been shifted, and the last piece of the puzzle that has been finally put together, I hear the sound of footsteps, the expected heel of moccasins, and I hear the sound of a man's footsteps, and the evening breeze shakes me. He pushes open the door, the evening breeze shakes the kerosene lamp for a moment, the typewriter stops at the name of the murderer, and I turn around, and the night sky over Westminster begins to boil, and blossoms in my chest with the splendor of death, and I taste this last, sweet sip of truth, and smile, and think back that justice is but a quiet stretch, and the fiddle is in the Thames.
Listening to my mother
Little man, you've got a lot of questions, haven't you, about why it is that, when other people are reading comics, I'm learning to draw, and talking to the piano, and other people are playing games, I'm playing KAA. While others are playing games, I'm reciting my ABC's on the wall I said I wanted a big airplane, but instead I got an old tape recorder Why should I listen to my mother? When you grow up, you'll start to understand this. When I grow up, I'll start to understand why I can run faster than others and fly higher than others In the future, everyone will be reading the comics I drew, and everyone will sing the songs I wrote. My mother doesn't let you see her hard work, but she keeps the warm recipes in her heart. Whenever you have time, hold her hand, hold her hand, sleepwalk with her, listen to your mom, don't let her get hurt, I want to grow up fast, so I can protect her, beautiful gray hairs, sprouting in happiness, angelic magic, warmth and kindness, and I want you to know that I'm not going to let you see her. When Mother's Day comes, I'll tell him I still have it. By the way, I've met Chow Yun-Fat, so you can brag to your classmates that the God of Gamblers will be your father. I can't find the love letters I wrote in my childhood, so don't give them away, 'cause you'll find them in the next couple of days in the cafeteria, and you'll start to like pop songs, 'cause Jacky Cheung is getting ready to sing "Kiss Me Good-bye."
Thousand Miles Away
The roofs of the houses are like cliffs, and the wind chimes are like the ocean, and I'm waiting for the swallows. The time was arranged to play an accident, and you quietly walked away. The story is outside the city, and the fog can't be dispersed, so you can't see the dialogue, you can't hear it, the wind doesn't exist, and the wind doesn't exist, so it's just me lamenting, and waking up from a dream, who's on the windowsill to open up the ending, and the future that is as thin as a cicada's wing, cannot withstand who will tear it apart. I'll send you away, thousands of miles away, you're silent, black and white, silent, silent, and maybe we shouldn't be in love so far away. I hear the sound of tears in the forest, I search for the white pear blossoms, and I find only a line of moss. The sky is beyond the mountains, the rain falls on the flower platform, my temples are white, my body is glazed, transparent with dust, your flawless love, you came from the rain, you poeticized sorrow, I'm drenched in wetness, I'm picking up lotus blossoms on the water, the boat's shadow is still there, you're not coming back, you're being covered by years, the blossoms that you talked about, the past has become a void.
My Compendium of Chinese Materia Medica
If Huatuo were to come back to life, the world would be healed, foreigners would come to learn Chinese. Chinese characters inspire my national consciousness, strychnine, cassia seeds, celandine seeds, lotus seeds, yellow herbs, bitter beans, neem seeds, I want to save face, rewrite history my way, nothing else, just follow me, read a few words, yam, angelica, 枸杞go, yam, angelica, goji, goji, goji, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go. I'm just like this, I'm just like this, I'm just like this, I'm just like this, I'm just like this, I'm just like this, I'm just like this, I'm just like this, I'm just like this, I'm just like this. The pills should be made from the antler velvet, not too thinly sliced, and the master's technique should not be copied. The tortoise jelly, Yunnan Paiyao, and cordyceps, our own music, our own medicine, just the right amount, listen to me, Chinese medicine is bitter, copying should be even more so, open the Compendium of Chinese Materia Medica and read more books, toadstools, and dillons, have been through the ages, we can't afford to lose out on the hard work of these ancestors, we can't lose out on the light, we can't lose out, we can't lose out, we can't lose out, we can't lose out on the light. I can't stop like a breath The yellowed diary in the drawer drains the memories The smile is summer The past of yours and mine is forgotten clockwise Love after the lack of oxygen Careless tears are redundant I know you and I are not at fault It's just that I've forgotten how to step back The promises I swore I'd give but they're empty in the course of time I know we are not at fault It's just that letting go would be better The best of love is the one that's waiting to be renewed in the memories
Heartstorm
The green leaves of the oak tree, white The green leaves of the oak tree, the white bamboo fence, I want to tell her that this place is like a painting, last year's Christmas card, the beard in the mirror, the picture started without her, I still play dumb, I promised to make me tea and learn how to swing a knife ^-^ The empty home in the student dormitory, the phone, but I can't wait for her, the heart of the rain pouring down, but it can't get wet, the tears swirled away from the postcard, the sadness of the heart of the sadness of the world, so there is no time difference, the heart of the rain pouring down, but can't get wet, the heart of the rain pouring down, but can't get wet.
White windmill
White windmill quietly spinning, real feeling, dreamlike far away, sweet sea water, complicated tears, see you giggling, holding my hand, dreaming, hoping that there will be no end, let's go as far as we can, because I don't want to finish this happiness too soon, it's a pity that there is no blessing, but I love you and I won't be alone, and won't let you cry, I'll carry you on my back until the end, can you not turn back, you hold on tightly, I'll carry you until the end. I'll carry you to the end Can't you not look back You hold me tight and say you don't need promises You say I'll be freer if I'm alone I don't know what you're talking about But I won't let go I'll carry you to the end Can't you not think about it too much Can't you hold hands a little bit later and then to the end You say we shouldn't see each other again For just a moment Thanks for letting me hear it Because I'm waiting for eternity
Rosemary
Your mouth turns up a little bit, sexy, and you can't imagine a heart that can't be beat so well, that can't be imagined. I can't imagine such a heartbeat, everything you want, soft drinks, rising bubbles, I'll drink all I like about you, in one bottle, there's nothing missing here, you're a hoot, you're an embrace, the candles are burning, there's a certain mood, the eyes are out of focus for a few seconds, the dance about you, you're languidly twisting your waist, can't stand it, your smile in the wind, it smells like rosemary, your peppermint-scented petulance, it's a signal to me that I'm falling in love, you are graceful as a cat, moving around love, you are graceful as a cat, moving around love, you're a cat, you're a cat. You're graceful like a cat, you move lightly around, the sweet smell of love spreads and festers, ambiguity comes at the right time, RAP, the corners of your mouth turn up slightly, sexy, hopelessly sexy, unimaginable, such a heartbeat, your everything you want, your lipstick, brightly coquettish, an assertive pride, what an omen, a subtle atmosphere, because of love for you, I know, an omen, a subtle atmosphere, because of love for you, I know. The night is too long, condensed into frost, who is in the attic, the cold despair, the rain gently playing, the red window, my whole life on the paper, blown by the wind, the dream in the faraway place, turned into a wisp of incense, the wind drifted away, the way you look, the chrysanthemums are left, full of injuries, your smile is yellow, the flowers fall, the people break their intestines, my heart is still flowing, the north wind is chaotic, the night is not yet over, your shadow is cut and cut, leaving me alone, in the lake, in pairs . The flowers are in the evening, the splendor has fallen, and the fate of the fading world is unbearable I feel sad I can't cross the river, my heart is in two halves, I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the shore, I'm afraid that I'll be swaying for the rest of my life, whose kingdom and mountain the horses' hooves are crazy, and I'm in my military uniform, and we are crying out for help, but it's a little bit too late, and the day is getting brighter and brighter, and you are sighing softly, and you feel so melancholy, so melancholy all night long.