Etc. Bus of folk
Poet: Wang Xiaoni
Morning sun
Shine the bus station.
Some were painted glory.
They suddenly pleasant.
It was such a good group of people, uh.
Light
Come in
The crowd waiting for bus.
Mercilessly
Them into two.
I guess
Eclipsed in the back is a good man bad.
Buses do not come long, long time.
Bright sun can not be waiting.
Good guys and bad guys
Is inch by inch conversion.
Light body of the people are temporary erosion deterioration.
Where Matt had just petty
Bright up.
God
Wandering light your way
You poor
The blind man standing on transit.
You see the good and a bad
Evil is good. |
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