Forget yourself
Written by Shirako
Don't talk about the snow of the past
Let's see if the rain is falling in the south of the Yangtze River
Year after year, year after year, if you are still in the same place
It's your fault
The crescent moon is also very beautiful
It's time to raise your head and throw a smile on the lonely night
Look at the bose in the water
Even go to the lake with your hands and take a row
Rub the moonlight and your haggard face in the middle of the lake
If you ripple and you will forget yourself
Grip Tenshin Transmission
Written by Shirako
I want to send time away
Look at yourself in your twilight years
I can't imagine
Does my current persistence come from emptiness?
and to emptiness
Low-key people plot the future
And I'm still a stunned young man after twenty-six years
一只手拽着遮羞布
What I was thinking about was a naked display of ambition
I want to send time away
Look at the posthumous inscriptions
I can't imagine
Where did the most wonderful circle of friends ever post begin
and where it goes?
I was just a weird kid
Eighty-year-old child who was never naughty
I want to pull back the zipline of time
Look at the adults of three or five years old
A house with a yard with mud and urine
Pull off the bride's hijab
Saw two logs and nail a cart
Drive from the east end of the village to the west side of the village
Another car accident sends the innocence away
赌
Written by Shirako
What should I do?
Stand on the shoulders of giants
Whether it's justified or uneasy
The bodies of the ancestors and the blood and water did not wake up
Their heroic spirits have turned into swords of victory that reach into the sky
Some call it a monument
This is biased
I thought it was a played card
It won't do anything anymore
But every card we play from now on
It's all going to be on this useless card
I'm going to stand on the shoulders of giants with dignity
It's like winning
Bet on the next card tomorrow will be better
divorce
Written by Shirako
"The scruffiness of the scholar can still be said
A woman's cowardice, you can't say it"
Thousands of years ago, the turtledove flew to its feet
Still so gluttonous
Probably my mother didn't study high school texts
Or maybe my mother's mother was an extremely old-fashioned woman
In short, the turtledove laid eggs, ate expired mulberries, and now flies away
A huge sky
There is no more footholding
What does the turtledove rely on to love her world
Three eggs with broken shells
Mother
I'm going to teach you a lesson
Take a lesson when you're 15 years old
"Yu Yu dove, no mulberries"
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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