Meet you
Gao Yanwei
Empty
Sink in the boiling of a rain
Bright Hustle and bustle whimpered from the cold
The light is continuously possessed
Gravel and sand stuck in the mud
Never extinguish the flame in your chest
Maybe it will go against the current
Find your own crevices in the dangling rivers and lakes
In front of the word absurd
It always feels like putting on a coat
You can fool through the threshold of treachery
That compassion and forgiveness that does not hide, that does not grieve
Will be quietly turned on by the sun
