Under the sword light of Farewell My Concubine
No mysticism at all

Thoughts drive cigarette butts
blinking on and off

The concept of temporarily forgetting sensibility
Make the wine magical For a while

Thunder roar Taking breath after the rain
Neon flame Before the night arrives
Sudden swallowing Half

The fishing boat sings late
The lingering sound
A bowl of wontons takes away the truth……

The topic has taken a sharp turn Stop suddenly

Because I miss you
So-called meeting
The hair is not as good as rain, it grows to the ground

Growing to Qu Fu Qu Fu
A halo that forms a trap

Long and melodious
Because it’s melodious
The lightness of the forged wormwood

Yinghuo Taste
It’s really wet

(Article source: Woye Literature Society)