①
At dusk, the fisherman hung it from a tree
The equation will be scattered sunset
Scoop it up from the corner of the hill
Dinner, weaving the human society in the staggering of chips
Everybody gets it
The meaning of longitude and latitude
Microwave, covering the whole night
At dawn
The message condensed into a string of beads
Rush through the walkers for the hunt
Spiders, busy
Sew gaps in the sky
Foggy water, an unintentional crystallization
But it was done, photographer
Legend in the shot
②
Last night, it was more revealing
The signal fell high
The network hung on the branches
All messages, voices, and feeds
They all formed a pearl
Moving, not moving; telecommunications, breaking letters
And I still have
Strands of emotion are entangled
Ben is a virtual world
But it's really stuck
(Image from the Internet)