memory of our sky
think some heavy thing I can forget that he alone had
green wheat can not hear the ear-like mercury
how noble
sunny throughout the winter Local
water will lose I will squeeze into the shape
a body like a drunk pretending
forward to continuing to climb hills
the window to climb hills
Koelreuteria
every season I will give them a disappointment compared
inverted inverted broom
children
......
people with long may be why a satisfactory end with no
forked twigs twigs
infinitely many bifurcation open their flowers
go
each occupy a distant place
the face of this castle is broken
sky looked a
so many lies in the shuttle
described as a dangerously high
lost
birds will also aging rapidly down from above and I
imagine a hairy neck in your hidden blade
out to tell people
你 的 秘密 是 没有 花瓣 的 土地
In memory of our sky
When I think about difficult things
I can forget all alone
wheat is green
Nothing more is heard
ears, quicksilver, are so noble
All winter
In sunny places
water loses its shape
m'étiole I am like a drunken corpse
pretend to climb
Climb through the window, trees with soap
In every season I will
a poor metaphor
Brooms upside to
Cathars
upside ....
But why they grow, grow and have the air of nothing
Branches Branches Forking Forking countless endless
Each flower
each occupying a remote location
Faced with such a castle
The sky is the crumbs
Levant head, a look exchanged
So many lies
dangerous
As a story in the hills, the birds lose
And heights quickly aging
So I imagine that on your neck hairy
Taking a blade hidden
I say to all the world
What are your secrets
a land without petals
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