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Poetry | Zhao Xun: Untitled

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I picked up a pen to write poetry

Write the poem on paper

Write it after the kana

Cross out "I want to escape"

As if to make time

No more tiptoes rushing over my toes

Flowing towards empty, trembling "meaning"

I know

I have nowhere to run

Cold sun in the daytime

Whisper in your ear

I covered my ears

But I could hear it more clearly

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Music

My music used to be my antidote

But even them

It can't hide my shadow

At night

I'm looking forward to the fireworks

Like a dream

Even if it's a nightmare

Even if I wake up

But the night itself is a nightmare

The night itself has no dreams

That world

Right in front of my eyes

Blooming before my eyes

It was a simple world

It's a dazzling world

She got closer and closer

So where do I go?

night

Dark night

You string together the stars

Hang on bushes of reeds

Dance with the petals

Maybe it's a butterfly

Shimmering

Land on pale red clouds

The night sky is flowing

Milky White Milky Way

The stars were shy

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Rusty moonlight

Floating over that purple-red

A lonely mist is reflected

Like pale blue sadness

Curled up

In the deep purple ocean

I long for the moonlight

And there are moonlit nights

Silvery gray like death

Wanted to die in the moonlight

Push open the window ledge

Sink in

Go in the silent darkness

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Melancholy blue

Smeared on the empty sky

Green cherries are covered

Purple-black clouds

Gentle footsteps

Slowly

A leaf

A few shades of oil green

Squirrels bounce around

Heavenly sounds

Woven into cobwebs with dew hanging from it

Birds that fly by

Dragon Aoi staring at the stars

At any moment

Dance at any time

Gentle footsteps

Slowly

It's getting dark

Prophecies engraved on the clouds

Blue-blue drizzle

Melancholy blue

Smeared on the empty sky

Purple cherries are covered

Blood-colored clouds

Exiled stars

Inundated by a red flood

Struggling

Running

Catch up

Gentle footsteps

Slowly

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Tear through your night

The night of hypocrisy

I hid under the dim clouds

Escape

The night is created by you

You were born in darkness

You hang your sword high

In a dusty corner

You plunder

You solicit

Land that others can't see

When the sun rises

You are the king of this world

Crown studded with sapphires

The scarlet daylight was reflected

Purple-black smile

But you always sigh

Sigh melancholy sincerity

You're always thinking

The meaning of the night

It's as if you're just a passer-by in the night

Paddle the night sky

Leave a crackling sound

Clouds and mist

Birds float in the treetops

On the clouds

I caught a glimpse of the black wasteland

No sun

An arrogant uncrowned king

High on top of the hill

Like an angular statue

I heard his sigh

A deep singing voice

The white wind gently brushed his robe

But there was no sound

I saw the divine

Purple-black divine

Time flies by

I wish I was stale

Daylight has been extinguished in the thin darkness

I groaned like a drowsy

pain

I'm going to tear through your night

The night of hypocrisy

I hid under a lonely cloud of loneliness

Raise your spear

Shoot at you

Gray pupils

moor

Thin Lone Star

Floating silently in the night sky

The waves of the black rays

A blue shadow is reflected

Weedy hills

Buried dead moon

Dissipated golden light

Monologue of the Moon

I was imprisoned in the pitch-black silence

I shouted

I crave light and heat

The thirst for noise

I want to be the sun

Become the temperature itself

Looking into the darkness from afar

And not eternally with him

Silver-gray earth

I will sink

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Gaunt sun

Tearing the clouds across the sky

Dull bluish blue

Quietly stolen

That bright scarlet

Draped over your shoulders

I dreamed again

That white wind

Wrapped in the fragrance of grapes

In a dream

The sun is glaring

You listen quietly

A little shimmer drifting in

I kissed quietly

The fog of the morning

tree

Dead old trees

Bow your head

Rusty tears

Freeze into ice

Dark night

The gray wind blew through his withered torso

Take away his hoarse singing

Leaf remnants drift to zero

He stretched out his brown arms

Embrace the wispy daylight of the sky

Snowflakes are engraved with the lines of stars

Gently stroke his terrible shadow

Shadow laughed

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Dazzling white light

Like the wind

Spots of leaves

It rattled

I stood under the tree

Looking at the trunk of Mune

Sandy scars

Melancholy eye window

Dazzling white light

Like the wind

Spots of leaves

It rattled

I stood under the tree

Watch as the wind blows the light away

Raindrop-like shimmer

Terrible eye sockets

Poetry | Zhao Xun: Untitled

【About the Author】Zhao Xun, a student of the Japanese Department of Heilongjiang University.

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