wish 愿望
find a new earth to live
where no funerals take place
we lie down like grass
and rise again like moon
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untitled 无题
they talk about motherland
in a dream-like rhythm
as if the endless sea is approaching
blue and hot
but the corpses are cold
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untitled 无题
wandering on both ends of the world
my body is a channel
one end flowing toward a black ocean
the other tied with a bright ribbon of sunlight
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untitled 无题
the language of trees is where wind blows
trespassing dense rainforests
where the sky is leaking colorless light
and dripping white threads of rain
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untitled 无题
a golden orange is a sun
of juice
thrown into my mouth, a river
merging into a deep lake