Ant's way
Whether to go or stop
Ants don't know either
Or a plain note
Or a thought
The tears were fresh and scalding
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The sensation is shallow
To the vast and boundless
Where are you
Where are you going
Feet. What is still faintly visible is still there
A bumpy road
Ants, on the road
Between the crevices of dreams
(Hands or your song has been dancing...)
The wind, worn out the tenacity of the days
The mood is like paper
Midnight is near and far. The only flame
It's a tribute to everything that has been lost
It's not just the moonlight that's cool
And that tender red whistle
(Loneliness has been arranged into a thin poem...)
The voice of life follows your shadow
In the whirlpool, singing
Still so beautiful
At midnight, the snow still didn't come
Dreams, who are plucking your eyelashes
Are you still used to the blossoms?
You're just a swimming fish
Listen to the winds of the wilderness
Feathers perched on the windowsill
It's a messy word
Compose a loud tune
Let the blooming desires be dressed
(Fragments of Dreams...
I walked out of the desolation
Actually, where the sun rises
There was already a tear like a flower bud
And yours-
Written by: Ding Zi (formerly known as Ding Xianchang)
Excerpt from: "Huaxian Culture Series Series 2" --- Mai Xiang. Rubbed the intensity of the seasons