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331593 2008 年 07 月 19 日 18:31 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Wind Language
sequence (tentative)
what I write, I do not know, probably on their own memories and the future looked, in fact, I often times at much feeling, that feeling eventually become impulsive,
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UGG AUSTRALLIA, and I said to myself,
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UGG ブーツ 格安, but happiness is far away, than I Early poetry night, which in the more distant well, I can not speculate on my future,
UGG オーストラリア, or I guess I do not have the courage of the future, it is most great sorrow, but I still , in the .
1.
city lights off the bench early in the morning
please tell me whether this millennium bent
overlooking the backbone of this victory is already rotten
wiping I've been restless to the stars
to know the soul of my poetry drifting away
I was only on her own years of baskets
Rush leather and stone banks of the river City lights
memory bank of the river is always open
City of lights spread
stone bearing sand is always tight leather
charming enchanting night lights Psalm rafting rivers
Rush
meteor flies
I request the arrival of the knife blade
light of the universe, please take my knife
stone
it becomes sharp edges and corners of the young millennium, facing the river
hill lantern lights forever bright child and always bright
after his Millennium Millennium
to the stone as a knife blade to light in this cold
carved Oriental sheet Cantos
sun lit up the stars looking at the stars
with a knife as the sun lights the bright kids will always dream of a horse
poet to ever erase the Morning Star
fragrance
I have restless
I want to know the soul of poetry drifting away
wind
rice mature cattle in the afternoon sun afternoon
shine as lights in general, as the stone temple stone
Cang knife as the general air of sun
people warm and calm child children city of lights in the wind, solar lanterns lanterns respiratory
the sun broke the dawn is still dark
long
far to the north from the north to
stick a rose on a cold
children love to pray always broken lantern burning holy
child crying in the wind on my north
on I love my lantern on fire
sitting
as hard rock overlooking the distant dawn Morning Star
erase know I've been restless
the soul of my song drifting away
2. Dawning City
the musicians sleeping people happy smile
poet, far away in the home where memories
give me a thinking of the divine voice in full bloom
pronounce each legend
sun is red, my voice normalizing
bones
is sleeping peaceful beach conch
I have decided early hours hoeing
sing out the future
sun is red, my voice normalizing
bones
is sleeping peaceful beach conch
I'm sitting by the roadside to watch the sun
enjoyable for everyone
shadow on their skew
not because I'm lazy but I want to sing
sun is red, voice normalizing
I was sleeping peaceful bones
Conch
beach city of dawn dawn I sing the city of dead silence
the dark bottom of the city of dawn
City of dawn always happy
3. candlelight City
my children the night has come, the lantern has been broken
stove dark magic match weak
about hunger come
my eyes always light
mother, Please add me to clear my eyes lit
physical well-being of my hard bones buried in your hands, please
stripped of rice husk
sister, do not cry
quiet candlelight make good my clothes out the window the dawn has to
six, I'm going to put on clothes
cattle
I study hard and little brother
speed your head up
faint candle I will damage your eyes
Please put me on the table lit the central
face of every meal of food abundance
God bless my body picked up the remaining bones burn
hands buried in his mother stripped the husk
4. Guang City
drifting with me poem
chant with me the voice
get up
look up the name of God glorified spring flowers
manuscript, although the old
throat
leave you free to find my land was placed
and there about my tottering footsteps
years old rotten fruit
I can
Singing in the future I can drown the rice husk
will remember your story of a stone and knife, and tears
legendary tear or two I can sprout
Local
will be in the mountains north of the river south of the
poverty I will still only have a bench
sitting in the morning after Looking
Millennium Millennium
or a thousand years ago the Millennium
I will also be wiped off the land in my restless
stars because of my hunger following
full of bones
my hoe forever bright sun, facing LOESS
dig back all the bones of the human hunger buried
good piece of land full of blank writing paper draft
2002/04/20