"There must be injustice and sadness in the world, but through verse, grievance and sadness can be converted." "Chiang Hsun once said so. Reading poetry is like a process of digestion of sadness, for life to leave some monologue, every week this time, I long for you to leave a time for yourself, parting from the reality of the turmoil, the woman fans only read poems for you.

I want You to love me, to be gentle
But full of bursting possession
And I am a thing, I am
It's worth wiping with your silence
Gently whisk away the dust above
Be easily drawn to the sphere of influence.
belongs to you or not to you?
You tell me not to be afraid
You kissed me and asked me to open the window
The wind touched me like a search
I lost many years of sadness
It's like those memories are hidden in me
A private place I never had.
If you easily
Tell me The Hurt
are rounded, folded, and easily
Put in the cupboard
So you tell me
Do I deserve to be loved by you?

--excerpt to this I deserve you to love 〉ⓞ Song Shangqi

Have a color pen
I can't draw a rainbow like that
Because of my world
Only floods.
No sunshine.
With vitamins.
It can't be sustained.
The alienation of man and man
With 1000-table characters
I can't watch my emotions.
The book has been bought
I don't really see a few books.
People always Love
There's not a few that I love.
Even with a coffin.
I can't Hold back memories
Don't learn to forget early
Death is doomed.
Can't completely

--Pamberlin They can't save you.

Rain showers for the dream
The window is not closed
Research Wind
Writing a letter
Send it to amniotic fluid.
It says in the letter
The universe calls it ash.
We call it earth.
Also mentioned
Windmills Can't Ride
But the stone
Can be wasted
Don't forget that.
With a little cry
Treat Me

--Excerpt to Bi-gan (untitled two)

Other than you.
No one wants to believe the everlasting
and must constantly change the existence of extinction
Other than you.
No one wants to forgive
This cautious but always longing to be for what
To spend my life in the waste
Nobody's seen anyone but you.
That once forced me to cry
How luxurious the Starry sky
No one's been here.
The heart that I used to throb
Other than you.
No one knows the existence of the wilderness
Yes, except for you, except for you.

--Mr. Murong (except you)

I started walking on the last side of a group of people.
In the smallest and most peaceful tones of communication.
Remind yourself to slow down when you cross the road
I know the attitude is too sharp to be obnoxious.
I know that too sweet a smile can make people misunderstand.
We've lost the link between the word
So the quiet child, always expecting the good things to happen

--Lu Ying fish "good things, always left to quiet children"