"Read the poem for you," You always have a lover.

Blind people have dreams, like black boxes.
Record what happened before that.
Light Lightning
The scene includes the moment when love occurs
The subconscious of the world is not enough
Pure. Just like I
Excess of love, before bedtime
Mixed in with your reverie
Stay up late into soup, transpiration out of the mist
A face with honey, with a smile
Hands reaching out to me like there's a god
Click on me and give the light
How to carry it correctly
The beautiful wreckage of the scene of the disaster, penetrated
The fertile soil of sleep, the repeated revision
On the flight that brought me down to a meeting?
Only to make me blind and not to see again
All the narratives that have nothing to do with you

--black box/Hunan Worm

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I told you my forehead, my hair, I miss you.
Because the clouds comb my neck in the sky and my earlobe miss you
Because of the Xianchou in the bridge lane, he slipped into the Uptown River without accompaniment.
My eyes stray eyes think of you because the sparrow on the parasol is falling because of the broken glass of the wind

For the walls of days and days I tell you I'm sleepy pores think of you
My ribs miss you my encircled arms turn to wisteria bloom the flowers in the Tang Dynasty also miss you.
I must have told you my lips because of a cup of Shang coffee my fingertips because of walking lanterns
The confusion of the night because of the green cashmere sky is reluctant to

I told you, Chen Yuhong.

Miss is very dense.

The snake is sleeping under the frozen soil.
People walk up and down, who knows?

Any place is too far away.
For people who don't want to wake up,
Any Dream
Can't get her to settle down.

Who still has a feather-like heart in the winter
Let's wait a little longer.

In the shade of a prickly flower
Always be the new one.
No matter who comes to take us away

--〈 is awake at any time, Su-Shallow

You're an earthquake.
The high-rise buildings in the earthquake
The only room that doesn't move
When I walked in
I'll be a man again.
Cover your big hands with small hands
With a short arm to keep your chest and back
Reply to your constant summoning of all kinds to make God
For my protection.
I'll be a child again.
This treatment is treated as
Turn out a magic flower
Complete
A new Taiji
Right here in the moment.
We
The collision between the scapula
Also forms a
Strong backbone.
The love that cuts the throat
On the bed
Our lips are the plum rainy season sun clothes
At first it rains and never dries.
I understand
The law of the eternal death of all things
The end of the personnel has the truth
But now
I
Do not want to Also
Can't think.

--Pillow-side love poem Li Yunxian

I know what you mean, but it's not the right thing to think about.

You always have a lover.
Don't look sad.
This wanted is invisible, almost transparent.
After a long time, the inevitable
It becomes a gangster.
Maybe just for the next moment.
Silently like earthquake small shaking erection
The birth of your love in such a civilization

You always have a lover.
When years later
The scales of remorse glisten in front of the mirror, you think
If I could return to the first night
Touch the complicated ropes, pull out the puzzle tent
The third eye still stared
The Quiet Animal Wonders
A single horn is a sign of God should be no problem
Shyness triggers a forest fire in the mountains.
In silence you were born in this civilization

And you always have a lover.
Still, the poem is inconvenient.
And at least a lover.
Forget yourself and remember you.
Once the mist runs and the Blades of Grass fly
A kind of brilliance is
The silent little shaking of the earthquake slowly erection
But through Miyun down your love in such a civilization

You always have a lover of whales to the sea

There will be a person in life, even if you forget yourself to remember you.