55, i am a person who encounters night

i am a person who encounters night
the day's list forgets my name
my privilege is to look for reasonable clue
prophesy in nostalgic mood

a monster comes out of abyss
he cherishes manliness
challenges the foreordination

when Judas kissed Jesus
all mortal beings lost their instinct of knowing heroes
i hold the soul with heavy debts
see the magician changes the models of good and bad people

the souls in paradise would not die
i thirst for leader's rule
the person who encounters night
concupiscence burns his flesh

54, in the place where time and space disappeared

in the place where time and space disappeared
you forsaken the chirpy destiny
leer cannot pierce this world
i cannot pluck my golden harp

i want to waken him
he is doomed master of this throne

angel has no wings
only has a heart

i want to waken you
disturb daringly your sinking

the love of man
you are the master of all kinds of beauty
your existence is the commitment
the meanings of this world is too deep

53, who swallowed my value

who swallowed my value
captured my living style by swords

when soul has not yet separated from flesh
i heap up stones

straight night bears enough cold
eyelids desperately protect eyes

the thoughts of mediocre persons are aged snakes
strange sadness tortures me

a man arming with love is bound on the stake
the heat of flames burns my sight

the native cannot produce prophets
no kindness anywhere

a mouth speaks good and bad
god was betrayed

run for it
someone touched my hamstring of thigh
an then, i knew who i am

52, someone does business on poetry

someone does business on poetry
when they are bored
bend their brows and boast all round

poet today doesn't make wine
the important
is to sell out the entrance tickets of the life door

the bud holds a embryo
the god of poetry is shrouded by the hue of suffering calamities

a minute of rudeness trod down the crown of honor
those who ate enough the great dinners
were fooled by good fortune

whole gale blows, dreamland is in ups and downs
the hardened heart is brave to bet

that who made poems lost money in business
he started off with kindling
burnt out the ticket office of the life door

51, Aurora stands before my bed

Aurora stands before my bed
she flicks my eyelashes by her gentle veil
i open my eyes indolently
she kisses my forehead by her light fragrant smile
my heart is itchy

i begin the excitement of whole body
i simply get up to hug her

Apollo comes by driving sun
i am hot up to death
Apollo says this is not his fault
is my heart burning

i argue with Apollo
until evening falls

winter snows
Horae stole my youth
i lie on bed
wait for sleep patiently

50, my concerns floats on water

my concerns floats on water
it has no shape
it takes waves for its carrier
like a blast of wind, dances and sings airily

before iced up
my concerns met spring
therefor luckily it wasn't frozen

a puff of warm air slips away from your door slot
i know that is your breath

my concerns still run on water
no shape like a blast of wind

your breath frosted
encapsulated the door slot
hence we broke the relations

49, i cannot find the method of my thinking

i cannot find the method of my thinking
eyes bleed
i didn't be:come a great philosopher
not because i wasn't born in ancient Greece

churches and kings all do agency business
no one is interesting on Truth
i still have a sin that doesn't atone for
they say: nothing serious

then i turn into the first avenue
see the setting sun of July

my foreground flies to sky
as films
reeds and oranges would be putrid
whose coffin is still empty

saints were interrogated by devil
this is the turning point of caricaturist
my thinking hides in the coffin
my eyes bleed

48, a poisonous arrow shot into his chest

a poisonous arrow shot into his chest
the wound is a key
open the door
let him into dreamland

a star fell off the night
rolled into his nostril
gave out cool light
as a firefly

he had a sneeze
that star dropped on ground
buried into earth
died

the star light woke up the sleeping man
he saw a seedling with flowers
he knew
this is his resurrection form

47, a soul is sleeping in body

a soul is sleeping in body
Don Quixote's pike pierced vicious sentiment
i saw worriless birds fleet
the light and the old man's sight
are sleepy
enwind in a string of years end to end

the organ sounds
the pain becomes bigger and bigger
the glass cracks make a grimace
choke whispers
the morning sun rises in its devoir
a vast expanse of water holds the mirth of life and love

46, in the coffee shop

in the coffee shop
i saw his obese smile is intriguing

the true feeling of mimosa is ebullient
adds inspirational flavor into coffee
the persons who saw God stand in chorus
devouring Mendelssohn's melancholy

the well-beloved master became a preacher
soul natters
bountifully displays the hex secrets

on earth
when Noah slept
who took off his robe

pedants and plasterers are same
haven't changed for 300 years
the master didn't tell a lie
the plasterer didn't cheat
whose heart didn't live surprises
this experience is too wonderful for words

45, i wash my hands in cold water

i wash my hands in cold water
the nerve shakes like leaves of trees
my heart is brewing a weary cloud
it is like Latin culture
too senile

Beethoven is annihilating death
his hands touched the nature of life
i know
only create is joy
to despise the freewheeling shadow of death

the sadness cleared out my heart
dug up the root cause of the poet's illness
poor devils are greedy for enjoyment
Beethoven is deaf
cannot hear Tolstoy's gospel

i know clearly storm is coming soon
so hide in opium den
a pregnant woman's abundant life-force
is rugged
a thunderbolt shook me tottered
a poet's new destiny finally was born

44, despite how incredible river 's power is

despite how incredible river 's power is
the flames' wrath licked up the billows

Ares stands on the lookout
the heroes' fascination was created by enemies

the timid dove tears
the leaves of tree are sad and gaunt

the boar goes mad
trampled the sworn promise into the slots on the earth

the armor inlays ruby
the injured king burys his lingering affection

the flames dry the river by kisses
doves' tears fly as defoliations in violent wind
how the all-powerful universe creator can distinguish
heroes and lovers , who is easier to forget oaths

a clever evil has nothing on the duplicity of normal people
the boar rent Ares' armor
this world has plenty of miracles
the flowing in river that is not water
is god's or mortal's tears?

43, the evenfall rotates in the porch

the evenfall rotates in the porch
looks for the-went-astray-road
the drunkard jumped into river,died
in order to that curious thing in water

in the season all flowers are in bloom
if your heart has every thing
wonderful themes
and dazed happiness

dreams past
the hypothermal things are bored
only left some lackadaisical smile

the evenfall knocks the forehead
speaks lies to its thoughts
i dragged that drunkard out of water
relied on the sun's light
finally found the moon

42, a man who has power like hurricane is subjected to death-wound

a man who has power like hurricane is subjected to death-wound
he can but go forward staggeringly
closes eyes, resists all idols

every god's temple writes peremptoriness
Beethoven's heroic and tragic heart shivers
looks for the lost Mignon in brasseries on streets and lanes

the frogs in pond don't know the advantage of silence
especially like to show off their talents

the be-hoodwinked-willingly
obtained indulger
the deaf and blind
mouths were corked by handles
love themselves more than love the all
too devotional

Mignon changed her appearance
Beethoven is subjected to death-wound

41, when lies become one of subsistence conditions

when lies become one of subsistence conditions
who can take on the pure truth
the profligate who accomplished nothing has begun to be humpbacked
he read Mass by his-look-caricatures-eyes

a hen that just lay an egg drys up her silence
smiles showing all teeth
eulogizes life's joy

my flesh is a tree blooming spring flowers
overloads with love
the statuary gave me a cold stare
i shook with fear, experienced this delight

black clouds are rising, lightnings are flashing
the wilderness frees its unrestricted instinct
the truth is only a little bit

40,i use the seven-years-vintage-wine to praise the final destiny

i use the seven-years-vintage-wine to praise the final destiny
David's son pushed over the first gate
the second gate was opened by the bump of the first gate
he came to save the strolling ghosts on the earth

Moger's tears became riptide
the above of Herat doesn't smoke anymore
the world is too big that is not the world's fault
only blame the pen-driver is an unintelligent poet

the commons are not good at deduction in air
mystical impulse compresses in every thing
understanding life that is life's top
Wills spoke out gods' words

39. the defoliate tree stands there alone

the defoliate tree stands there alone
even Death does not visit him

Lucretius tells philosophy in song
moved my hearing

the eternal fountain of life has been opened
melted rubies and sapphires
and then forget them

Wills listened to the road's guide
came to the Olympus
became the lover of the Muses

i draw on dreams out of thin air
the courage wouldn't be tame
it will begin a new conquest
the tree doesn't die

38, Satan tugged at my arms

Satan tugged at my arms
he said he would give me sheep with dots
i stooped to move stones
to try to save the dying ideal

God decide the destinies by lot
the widow is good at calculating on an abacus
she was in sweat several times

the boastful nabs
makes whose daughter get a lovesick
someone is jealous in the corner of wall
speaks some sarcastic remarks to embolden himself
the shabby world cannot produce one pound of good meat
conscience is too cruel,
make up a gentleman so that cannot recognize his original appearance

i am not a walking staff for the elderly
neither the king of Morocco
the burning meteor ignited the

Satan tugged at my arms
he said he would give me sheep with dots
i stooped to move stones
to try to save the dying ideal

God decide the destinies by lot
the widow is good at calculating on an abacus
she was in sweat several times

the boastful nabs
makes whose daughter get a lovesick
someone is jealous in the corner of wall
speaks some sarcastic remarks to embolden himself
the shabby world cannot produce one pound of good meat
conscience is too cruel,
make up a gentleman so that cannot recognize his original appearance

i am not a walking staff for the elderly
neither the king of Morocco
the burning meteor ignited the captious eyes

i tugged at Satan's arms
in order to get the golden fleece
live in Wills Island

37, the terrain of Iran is rugged

the terrain of Iran is rugged
as Wills ' Fortune's wheel
he caught a fish in Caspian Sea
put it into Gulf of Oman

a farmer said he is a heretic
and refused to give him food
Wills paced the altitude
1500 feet, the destiny's fall

Iranian terrain cannot change with wind
Wills' Fortune's wheel
was blown into the mouth of that fish

36, the taxi on the air field

the taxi on the air field
loads my queasy heart
on the seashore road of Beirut
my eyes are too briny, appears salt
so cannot see

my sight changed white into gray
I think of the sot of China
he was on the Judgment Day.
because he did export business

the taxi on the air field turned to the street 5 of night.
I stared at the rearview mirror
saw the disappearing world

the driver is written with advertisements all over his body
turn off lamp,I knew the road when came
the sound of motor was marked
my queasy heart don’t palpitate furiously

35, a Kinetic lady

a kinetic lady stands on the fore of ship
a statuary is less quiet than her

however, her eyes are windy
the storm swept everyone’s eyes
the ship is quivery
the east horizon rises with the sun

there is a soldier with gun on the ship
he decides
to join in this movement

the kinetic lady captured the skipper Noah
and then the sea was calm

34, I sit beside you shoulder to shoulder

I sit beside you shoulder to shoulder
your pencil draws a curve on my blank paper
I think that is the massage of advance army
I feel your secret
is the technology question I cant solve

the path is spread with corpses and people footprints
I gave you a smile
you didn't catch it
it dropped on the ground
and was smashed into pieces

your tears is a kind of glue
you picked up my smile
therefore it was on your face
to record the veins of cracks

33, the number counts my fortune

the number counts my fortune
i am satisfied to its generosity
so
i would like to share my love with my lover

i like to calculate addition and multiplication
in the shadow of sampan
fish propagates in multiplication

my lover dances the dance of the eight swans
i look for her in addition
i love her in multiplication

32, a tragedy became a mythology

a tragedy became a mythology
sublimed in haze
the jow told the poet this story
stars on the sky heard his sigh
a star dissolved in air
this is the tears that tragedy stirred
all stars gathered round
express some dim comfort

in the place touched by her fingertips
the veins began disorder because of excitement
the mythology collected lives together
the two bodies disappeared
into the light of stars
O, poet
your job is to make tragedy,mythology and miracles

31,in a small station

in a small station
i run into Prometheus
he is burning
so i recognize him

i simply let him ignite me
and then i take a train
go to the terminus

30, the sun saw the dissimilarities between you and me

today it rains
you raise an umbrella
show off under sky
who takes notice of that?

i have a red shirt
it is the sun that gave me

i turn over all umbrella and throw to Poseidon
and therefore the sun dotes on me

the cold is the sun's vacation for me
in order that i can enjoy more pleasure on the earth

the earth ,a joyful planet
even creates another universe
i still would like to marry you
i don't need the freedom of natatorium
only want to dig in garden

the sun saw the dissimilarities between you and me
it seems to be careless about our differences

29, cat and bowl

the cat died, with his bowl
i buried them

dig a hole on window
air is fizzy

i see my cat's skin is put on another cat
between his toes have white feather
that is sign of heaven

the bowl has a crack
as a crooked nose

i stand under the juniper
listen to a poet's talking about his griefs
his griefs roar whole night
turn over my bed

the robin because of missing the cat
in the bosk censures loudly the poet

28, a poem's destiny

they brought a poem
put it under the light of lamp
it became a colorful slide
so its readers became spectators

a mouse dropped inside the poem
he sought the way out
i went into the room that the poem lived
groped the wall
searched for the switch of lamp

if the poetry meanings is ocean
i want to glide on its surface
the poet's name was written on the shore
flapped by waves

but what they want to do
is to rope poetry on the chair
to torture it
force it to make a confession of real thought
as a result,it says it is a sheet of slide
just as what their eyes already saw

27, your sight occurs slantwise

your sight occurs slantwise
my heart begins to snow
for months and years
engenders the boundary

river, flowers and moonlight are so harmonious
the dulcet season has been another world
only left some withered branches and leaves
in the tears of parting people

clove mopes
candle weeps
your sight occurs slantwise
herefrom abandons the faith

in the field of the winter afternoon
the sun has so light foot
as the music from church is no weight
holy wound scarred , pain disappeared

your sight occurs slantwise
my brain hydrolyzes
scenery sings in shadow
life and death are impartible opponents

26, i walk slowly in this world

i walk slowly in this world
never know haste
i already put him aside
along with his courtesies
i have work and leisure
this consumed my all time

when i graduated from school
with a youth 's behooved ideal
begin to make arduous efforts in deep valley
in the brink of prize ring

i stare at the broomcorn in the field
they cap suns

dew trembles that is because of feeling cold
my chiffon nightgown wraps around my shoulders
i stopped in front of a house
the water on earth rose up
inundated the roof before my eyes
i cannot see the flying wings of doves
from then on, the centuries are so brief
just as my lover's love

i suspect
the carriage that takes me to stroll here
this horse's head
must be toward the direction of the great beyond

25, the more the somnambular thinks ,the more funny he feels

the more the somnambular thinks ,the more funny he feels

he drifted to a sleeping isolated island
he saw a shepherd riding on the back of a dolphin
dews becomes into riptide
stars insanely run away from their orbits

the more the somnambular thinks ,the more funny he feels

here, he heard someone's shout abuse
he knew that was not unfounded somniloquies
who can deceive me
under the Indian-plain-mare's belly
hides urgent lips
they can knead rotten blood and sweat
into a flourishing flower

24, the skeleton's hair is golden waves like snakes

the skeleton's hair is golden waves like snakes
she mopishly sits in the grave
cuts a stone

in the suspicion dock
she was under religionary sins
fought against the sanctimonious laws

a red iron burnt her eyes
at that moment, she saw clearly the universe's plan
so she left her own breath outside

now she has a lifetime partner
she lives together with Socrates

23, the movie was over

the movie was over
the hospital exploded
my heart rode in the cab of helicopter
my body was same as a plant
left in the seat of the rear-most row

22, the archaeologist went to Egypt

the archaeologist went to Egypt
he ran into Tutankhamun in the Valley of the Kings
he liked his gold mask
so he lost himself

the linen covering mummy cannot conceals the brilliance of rare beauty
" i would like lose the civilization of the whole earth , for you "
the archaeologist spoke in a whisper

the archaeologist lives in Egypt
together with Tut
the diamond room is too hard
someone hides Tut's nightgown
and the archaeologist's soft evidence

21, the mistake on Thursday morning

the mistake on Thursday morning
is still there quietly
and carefully go on wrong
this is his intention

the sound from radio is frozen
after stored in the refrigerator for 28 hours
time cool down to the below 0°C
his poetry is also covered hoarfrost

the fragrance of sachet bag didn't despise anyone
don’t say sorry
no one can interrupt its impudentness
it don’t need battery

Thursday
the thing on Thursday morning ……

20, the telephone beside the bed rings

the telephone beside the bed rings
no one on the bed
because no bed there

this space, if no air
is just vacuum
so the telephone run the queue process

no life exists
this space and time are dead
last night the clock stopped, the mosquito starved to death

the trucker moved his house
only left the phone beside bed
the calls queued one by one
where the bed went

19, his last word

his last word
represented the marvellousness of the civilization of earth
I am absorbed in his smile
no ability to start a brain storm

my teacher
whether or not I have too much guilt in my preexistence
the God’s hand cannot draw me
I pray
you love me same as love Solomon
I would like to build a temple with wisdom

you left the last word
I would rather the universe herefrom disappears
if only I can have a golden branch
sing such a poem by the voice of prophet

18, Monk and Donkey

Monk lives in the mountain
Donkey lives in the village
Monk is at leisure, depends on god's name
Donkey is tired, believe in the economic theory of becoming rich through hard work
Monk and Donky
they together live in this multicoloured vast world

Monk received offerings, a respectable RMB
and has diversified foreign currencies for exchange
every day Donkey has a bath in laboring sweat
the harvest in the end of year, is less than Monk's interests

poor Donkey lost his temper
who does not want to make big profits with nothing
who does not want to enjoy easy and comfortable
i want to fly same as put wings on donkey
cannot bear this donkeywork any more

so Donkey dug up his intelligence
emboldened his courage
he pulled off the all hairs of whole body
displayed his smooth skin
he moved to the mountian
wow ----oh!
he put on cassock , there is no difference by an iota
with Monk

very soon
Donkey became a rich

this is Donkey's biography
poet Wills says
Monk and Donkey , these two things
all are not rare
but the relation between them
its importance is a question
probably affects the overal situation

17, the living buddha does not eat candies

the monks in Shegar Monastery
friendly and kindly
smile on every face is like sunshine
they are forbidden to sing and dance
more forbidden to court girls
is it real that books hide gold
that makes these handsome boys cut off the desire for this world

one day,Sakyamuni comes incognito
he gives one monk one candy
when sweet juice flows from mouth into stomach
whose heart stirs up waves
everyone is thinking
Oh, candy
sweeter than barley wine
more fragrant than Tsamba
make me so comfortable as that throat tickles and want to sing
two legs become flustered and want to step Bonfire Dance
want to hold a beautiful girl
together with her turn over river and sink into ocean

Sakyamuni goes to the room of the living buddha
he presents all candies
to express the respect and belief in his heart
the living buddha draws a cake to Sakyamuni
allay his hunger in hardships of journey
the living buddha does not eat candies
he says, the better you give money
Beijing said RMB does not depreciate
dollar will possibly inflate

16, i don't know who you are

i don't know who you are
this is very difficult question
we all graduated from God's school
learn laugh and plant luck

i and you are same,were rejected in advertisements
the frog sings that is not to forecast rain
he praises marsh, breathes freely in whole June

why you have no name ,no shape
come and go
how i can describe you
i put off my pen
give up the attempts of my thinking
i take luggage, ride on a carriage
i go to live together with you
even i don't know who you are

15, i see a funeral in illusion

i see a funeral in illusion
the mourning people stand in a queue
they push and squeeze, squeeze and push
as though want to break up each other into graveyard

eventually they sit quietly
begin to cry, be intimate to each other because of be intimate to the dead
drum,music and songs all perform
my thought is numb through to the skin of heel

and then , they fill joss paper full of the boxes
who crossed my soul
this figure is familiar for me
my neighbor
wants me do shoeshine for him again
wants to tax a soul

heaven is not too crowded, but too bored
if no hell
if life does not become debris
i am here
even Beethoven had no ears
also can hear the strange laugh and deep heartbreak

a board finished a party
i drop down ,down inside, so easy
a new world, deserve my corporeity
this is a adventure, in order to catch the greatest chance

14, before illusion

before illusion
i hear the sound of flying
the room is in complete quiet
as if storm is just coming

when the king puts his witnesses on the table
my eyes have been air-dry
all breath condense into a gambling
in order to fulfil the end judgement

i royally sign my name
therefrom i give up my lover
he was ever a part of my life
and then, my body and heart fly together
my life comes back to its owner
the God it belongs to

i hear the sound of illusion
between the two rays of sunlight
my eyes become into closed windows
cannot see anything

13, i cannot live together with you

i cannot live together with you
my life
you are just there
in the air of my room

i have the key of my room
i want to crush you ,same as crush a trashy china
my life
is the treachery of my will

i want to throw you away
same as a housekeeper throw away a cracked cup
don't live in my room, my life
or you satisfy a poet's wish

i can die with you
i am waiting this happens
under others'stare
you escaped from my sleeping eyes

when without you, i see myself
you already iced over, but not my memory
i don't need to freeze your right
that is a incantation like death

i cannot lift you up
because your face
has no Jesus's wind

the bright plain hide my all secrets
my eyes caught homesickness
except i can smell your breath

some people are talking
they work in heaven for God
i also think this as the meaning of life
but belief often tosses about suspicion

i would rather have no eyes
in order to your sight penetrating through universe
perhaps excellence hides dirty trades
just as heaven and hell are actually the same

if my name sounds in heaven
that is not to offend intentionally your proprieties
if your flourish shows stateliness
while i am enslaved
this is just the hell cuting up my body

so we have to separate
you live there, i live here
there is a door being ajar
yes, we cannot live together

12, reputation is fickle food

reputation is fickle food
on a moving dish
i am the owner of this table
i use your favor as feast to treat you

whoops! whose yell is silent
the corbie speaking razzmatazz is good at playing opossum
he fly to corn fields of the farmers
try hard to foretell the future appearance

shut your eyes
you can see everything

11, i am going to death

i am going to death , nearer and nearer to him
he smiles at me, gives me warmth and belief
i never doubt you ,my Azrael
that carrying my soul is a carriage
my body is more and more decrepit , the horses are stronger and stronger
my carriage is faster and faster , my body is closer and closer to him
my belief is more and more sufficient
trust him, same as trust the fact mother gave birth to me
this is a imperishable conception
i and you
everyone

10, that is your Elysium

that is your Elysium
beautiful eyes have not weeping farewell

roses faded
you are not a slave anymore , under hoof, in contempt

struggle is outdated,
even air is ransacked

open your empty two hands
i let Charon be your guide , lead you to the appointment

i look you in distance
see you holding nervousness in your heart

a happy and quiet place
in the dark forest, the former lovers have extinguished feelings

the old friend is busy on work
has no leisure time to glance at you

9, the closed door

the closed door
is feeding back a hand's knock
this is a weariful song
in silence reverberate a fateful surreptitiousness
smile sight squeezes inside through the door slot
as if prisoners are crushing this gap

there is breeze in the sky above roof
spring is pregnant, just about to birth
she will breed ten thousand kinds of flower

my room is not a hell with closed door
spring opens the roof
pushes down the around walls
she gives me a flower
its fragrancy is familiar to me
i saw every pedal
only its name, i temporarily cannot bethink of

before winter comes
i finally understand
this flower is me
spring help me to get back myself

8, goddess of freedom

in this city being like a blockhouse
she is locked in a big coffer
she is not gold or diamond
neither change into dollar nor pound

she is a chaste goddess
free thoughts fly in the air
her body can be burned
becomes into a torch toward sky ,passes among people chasing freedom

free goddess lost freedom
her sanctity was pulled down crustily by fatuity
goddess queries her Father in heaven
why let me suffer in this hell on earth

there isn't right or wrong
bind two arms and plug up mouth
how goddess can give out free massages
O,God,
poet stopped his breath !

7, i released an old eagle with my trembling hands

i released an old eagle with my trembling hands
because his illusion almost moved a hardened heart
he imagines flying
from the day he entered into this cage
he never gave up his flying dream

it is a long time he and i have been living together
at that time we were young
his wings are strong like iron
he is same as me
every day his mind plays a movie about the future world

he is old, i am old
through my cloudy eyes
i see his eyes
still reflecting the light of archaic illusion

so my trembling hands released an old eagle

6, don't hate to use the gold strings on your harp

don't hate to use the gold strings on your harp
singing the life coxcombry needs the most beautiful sound
time is the winner
any stone cannot stumble its feet

blind night can not rob my road
i fall in love with her
hence there is no new thing under the sun

singer drank the goblet
sax derides all fools
realism and illusion together became an interesting episode

5, the sun would not like to fall

the sun would not like to fall
as a noble stays in the sky
i didn't find the whereabouts of the king John
so i put the sovereignty on the wall

someone begins to play gambling
every party believes themselves
executing Heaven's will

my heart is same as a barrel falls into a well
water is very cold
just as your light smile
over poison

the friendship you pour out in the big church
is a ill hallucination
the plaster model frowns
i turn over and read my testament

4, he has no sins but he swallows down a bowl of poisonous alcohol

he has no sins but he swallows down a bowl of poisonous alcohol
those who condemns him
don't deserve honourable clothes

urus is like coal
those who borrows money in God's name
never pay back

history books say hello to later generations
epitaph is brutal
a genius acts as a donkey

God is angry
tired to prove the question about soul
the rights and wrongs depend on the railer's mouth

someone stands beside
follow the thief's trick to speak lies
the arrow shot from hiding hits my sister's courser

there is plenty of poisonous alcohol in this world
the hero who is good at drinking has gone
only left my sister's eyes

3, the classical story Wills tells

the classical story Wills tells
disturbs Helena's sleep
she begs that piece of cloud
doesn't believe the cuckoo

scalewing and spider talk in the slot of the wall
they want to use black crow instead of white dove
cutie
her eyes are dried by tears

owl pulls out his sword
who dares to change the best horse into a fool donkey
they don't see me , so hate they each other
forget grace

parrot, sparrow and lark
all get a headache
the bulbul sings
the cuckoo begin name-calling

2, i measure every pain i experienced

with my eyes of single-edged eyelid
i measure every pain i experienced
as to measure a saint's smile
how much it weighs

i wonder how long it will entangle me
that saint never tells me the termination
i feel so old and tired
one pain can destroy ten saints' teachings

if i hurt life 's meaning
if they are alive , i have to lose you
whether they have a chance as i do
to choose to follow your footmarks

i swear unvarying oath
its heat is warmer than saint's hands
the sun is only a copy of my light beam
no one worries you would say this story is not ever heard

if years and months have been piles
thousands and myriads times , despite whom you hurt
if you can feel regret
give them some comfort

my pain is a silent dish
covered with a saint's white clothes
in order to the favour of my eyes of single-edged eyelid
speak a little bit of edification to look for absolute love

someone tells me many things hurt his heart
every one has its enough reasons
i know clearly one of them , that is curse
his eyes have a nail , very deep

i am not that saint, so i felt cold
they call this a despairing lamp
if i am not constitutionally a oil-saving lamp
don't let me live in air

although i don't understand your smile
i have to measure its secret
deep is low, low is deep, this is not a whorl trap
i am that poet Wills

poetry become a fad , this is a mystery
same as military camouflage color suits
bite the ground the detective technique of far infrared ray
because poetry is I, I am God

1, i go to friend's wedding

i go to friend's wedding
in that room, everyone holds up a cup
i know this cup in my hand is not brewed wine
my mouth is with smile , my heart is full of sadness
the vagrant drunk air
and then sleeps on the grass with dew
not all heroes are good at drink
i turn over my body as tender quilt
if cement mixes with honey
the mason and i drink same cup
bee and butterfly hence break off intercourse
who remembers the wedding banquet
the angels with wings are sometimes negligent
they make mistakes and then run away stealthily
my cup is too heavy , there is a person in it
i don't know he is angel or devil