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