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
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