"My Lip Bites The Twilight"
Text/Danny (Chengdu)
No way, stop the setting sun from falling
As if not
Stop the aging of youth
Do not wait for the yellow finches to return home
First for this winter
Knotted rope chronicle
maybe
The moon is an eraser
It will wipe away
All traces left by the day
Rain should not be written
Reservations should not be made in the poem
A butterfly that appears in March
So in silence a cigarette was lit
My lips
The bite hurt twilight