
If silence is also language
Here on the earth
Already written a poem
There is no end in sight
A million lines of long poems
Then it was wiped away by the wind
If a piece of the puzzle is lost
Enough to make the whole world
Can't justify itself
Finally can't bear to slap out
Let the ground scatter thousands of pieces
The ruins of the universe
If a hangover of wine
It is a sword buried deep in the heart
A dagger twisted by a heart
Silence spread like blood
The pen is full of dips
But do not draw or write
Vermilion drop paper
The transverse flute is silent
Empty mountains are lonely
It was an illusion for last night
A dream that never seemed to exist
Can only gaze
Only a thousand words
Just never mentioned