Baudelaire (1821–1865)
Cities without seasons emit the smell of decay
Prosperity drained Huan Rui's dreams
The other that becomes the data is abandoned in the air
Whispering syphilis suffocates in the mask
Poppies hunt desire in wine glasses
The gambler's red eyes, the ambitionist's strange laughter
The delicate skin bags of prostitutes exude a decadent beauty
Sheng Yan drowned out the howls of the others
The future cannot find a way home
The roar of the high-speed rail vents the paradox of civilization
Ultraman, Spider-Man and Nezha of the East are on their own
And the children of dreams are saving the world
The poet crosses the entire street
His chant in the night is full of grand narratives
Those whitened souls soothed by the poetry
Eternity dwells in the middle of the night
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