Modern Poetry
命运
fate 命运
Si Zhi
Is never a good reputation can not change the notes, Zheng Butuo bad reputation is forever the yoke; If this is indeed the case, I would like to explore the monotonous life on the ocean away from home. Where can find solid junk? I have only scattered around the street, Just want to knock on the door of a friend, Can get a little meager charity. My life is Falling leaves was removed, My future is not spare the edge of the barley; If fate is really the case, I am willing to sing the wild thorns. Even the thorns pierce my heart, Like fire, like fire burning in the plasma, Struggling to climb into the noisy river, Dead, the spirit never silent! 1967
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