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　　Trees frozen in the snow like a tattered trench coat red
　　Creaking at the foot of the snow
　　Night walking hurriedly brand new pair of shoes there
　　The kids on the fear of loneliness in each ear
　　To call into a cry
　　The road just a cow calving
　　Covered with whip marks to a standstill in the mud, breathing blood
　　Much earlier and the bright lights, such as Valentine's dark stone
　　Metal bedside stand faceless spirit
　　Vole is a tired nurse secretly
　　Indent wounds dream garden
　　Flowers pale red in the ground meat preserved
　　Fresh as a child and has been the ghost of dead
　　Hypoplasia of the stars with iron railings to lock our
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　　The world's most poets do not trust words
　　Blank snow roses withered from birth to
　　Flames away from a pair of cold hands
　　Busy like a hard winter, the editor
　　I became cut off by the sun's
　　Leaned over his increasingly strong Shixiu sniffing
　　North wind in the garden of a person long since dead
　　Finally, still exist for the attribution of illusion illusion
　　The blue tree and the tree to play music only by silence
　　So twice with a heavy snow fall from my shoulders
　　Cover the garden when I was forgotten
　　Trampling an intersection I was mistaken
　　Article empty street lamp hoarse throat as
　　Reading the words look on the blight of many years
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　　People who have necrophilia love walking in the winter garden
　　Salute to the people to appreciate the ruins
　　Kitten drowned in a ditch plot
　　Took its picture by breaking a walnut
　　Must be the child ran into the garden of the children
　　Children know better than anyone how the ravages of flowers
　　Is false with a length of the end of charred wood piles
　　Slanting mouth like a crocodile unearthed in the ground long
　　Gray sky like a daytime sleep
　　Sea fish bone spit us also sting
　　Scrape a section of the dream alive sting fish scales
　　Live in a walk under the knife
　　Each with a body reduced to a weak site review
　　Are not touching the touch of
　　The cancer can not touch the ground in the depths of the swollen
　　Wrapped in a black pregnant woman was raped in the spring
　　A split tree trunk eyes
　　Swan's neck bent in the bottom of the trap pale
　　The way we split the compound eye of the world after the dismembered
　　Have become blind each other's ghosts contrasting snow
　　Exposure to freezing in the wind
　　Endure the pain of bone budding
　　Shame may have bright until the Garden
　　Can not be identified by a season of beating the life

　　Flame is the flame rose always a rose
　　Just let your body die embarrassing
　　Stone carvings on the cheek like a glass eye
　　Burst processes slowly
　　Moment after the collapse of
　　Who can afford the pain of dying crash
　　Broken down the middle of this tower is down
　　Each night when the moon is becoming strident music
　　Bell impatiently waved away the drunk
　　Blood can be as numbing as the grass
　　They sat on the floor to the deaf or cheap perfume soaked
　　Outside the ruins in a bolted candlelight
　　Broken stone upside down when the scene was reversed
　　Blasting belly baby from crying out loud, like the spring
　　Smoking throat inherited organ
　　Mother of the sky has never
　　The flesh of this face is always just wry
　　Unlike shrapnel white dove
　　North Korea as a gold gilded wheel throwing dice to
　　Is your night to empty the pockets of every day
　　Every time you throw in the towel and left the other steps under the
　　Locked into the basement of another cement casting
　　Show a lost art itself
　　Where children continue shooting with the naive pupil
　　The destruction of a city to another two-hands
　　Just a toy to play with you again
　　Sometimes the flame in the depths of the flesh and sometimes play Rose
　　Flame and rose another forgotten
　　The tower is too high you can die alone

　　我们说谎时　老虎的条纹划动黑夜
　　道路　自从被灯光无情出卖
　　谎言　就代替行人
　　
　　我们散步　而一只闯进梦呓禁区的蚂蚁
　　却不得不懂　手指
　　月亮每次落下是致命的重量
　　和　某条细小喉咙里愚蠢的呼救声
　　
　　不　没人曾对自己说谎
　　只有辞句跟自己玩
　　玩着睡眠　我们就梦见大海
　　玩着大海　我们就漂向另一个岛屿
　　在那里登陆　我们饿了
　　就饲养或屠杀鹦鹉和猴子
　　重新变成凶猛的石头
　　
　　可我们不说　我们不说时
　　两只手变成死水中互相咬住尾巴的鳄鱼
　　
　　我们以为欺骗自己的那些话　只是
　　真的　每一行诗里的末日
　　是保存一张脸的摔碎多年的镜子
　　低低的耳垂
　　挂在男孩子滚动的铁环上
　　
　　一生的太阳都向一个黑夜的陡坡滚去
　　
　　当辞滚下来时　哑巴诞生了
　　哑巴心里疯狂的沉默
　　是一头老虎扑向羚羊时内心的沉默
　　肉被撕裂　甚至发不出纸的声音
　　我们从来都是哑巴
　　因此　被谎言当作玩具

　　Easy to make, its almost a hardship
　　Hexagrams Gua Gua is a sun_set_
　　You come, you say: I read this book the Millennium
　　Millennium is uncertain of the words
　　Bamboo has long been ground down into pieces, then the black crow
　　Overlooking the world's changing and consistent
　　Not their native land, among strangers
　　You do not hold the entire east cottage tall
　　Dusk never know how many times dying
　　Was carved out of stone faces
　　Lost in the deep night of their own internal more
　　A group of leprosy incomplete, but also view
　　Biting words and characters, the mystery of the eternal is the copper pot
　　Bit by bit, the time bound
　　Dig into the nightmare of the last shelter
　　Turtle shell fragments, embedded itself in the history of lost news
　　Australopithecus once again the topic of human occupation
　　And God, a great head stuffed crotch androgynous
　　To show the pain, or secretly look into the depths
　　That dark, sinister purpose of existence of all things
　　Hexagrams Gua Gua in addition to shaking roar
　　You are his exile, to follow the beast
　　Beyond, nothing more than to avoid the crowd like a plague to avoid
　　Predictions falter in the wind
　　Each door to hand out extortion
　　Read this book to all patched mouth
　　The moon and the sea the same blind, fall or rise
　　Saturated with lies, like a fish freely
　　Ignore the abyss of time, you start from the skin
　　The wound and then wrapped around with cloth wrapped around body
　　When suddenly discovered that the heart is a black crow
　　You, you wait, and has been the Millennium

　　First, the diurnal tide
　　Plateau, such as Tigers, of all things burning in the coastal torrent rampage
　　Oh, only the light you spread to the sun_set_ round the earth hanging in the air
　　Sail to the open arm bandits, rock to the chest, eagle ... ... to the heart
　　Lonely shepherd bush was engulfed by endless rolling
　　Prayer flags flying, the belief that shrill, long the blue above the top
　　You at the moment is that the passage of a cloud of silence it
　　Prostrate at the foot of the years, endured the evening drive
　　Block thousands of tombstones in the wilderness, like the end of the plow broke down as
　　Be abandoned, never abandoned: the bronze back to earth, so that the blood of rust
　　Each burst of thunder towards you still tears you pour
　　Wake-up from the depths of the annual sand west of the fate gold
　　Path along the cliff collapses, no way out cliff, stone sundial is black hole
　　The sky of ancient witch once again the mystery of bare seven lotus
　　Oh, the light, the sacred red glaze, fire, fire worship dance
　　Gentle washing groaning, giving the sky a broken pottery quiet
　　You are such a great moment has finally shaken What
　　- The sun waiting for the fall of the catastrophe, joy Fucking
　　Second, the gold tree
　　I am the God of the waterfall, I am the God of Snow Mountain
　　Tall, vigorous, dominating moon
　　The only head of all rivers
　　Birds _set_tle in my chest
　　Covered with dense jungle
　　The pathway to the secret of the pond
　　I like the large group of young adults bold stag
　　Desire as March
　　Gathered from a disturbance in the force
　　I am the golden tree
　　Tree harvest gold
　　Tease from the abyss of passion
　　Haobulicai motto around the Timid
　　The waves until I filled it
　　Homeless women, women flashing water
　　That forced me who is the only women sip it
　　Restrained the night my eyes
　　Twelve trombone restrained style guava flowers
　　I went to every place, there is no shadow
　　Touched each of the brilliant stars turned into stars strawberry
　　Central rises in the world
　　Possession of you, me, a real man
　　Third, the blood sacrifice
　　Surrounded by bright red white skull pattern, worship the sun and war
　　With infanticide blood, the blood of circumcision, nourish my endless life
　　An obsidian knife cut open the earth in the chest, the heart was lifted high
　　Gladiator many flags as the drums, surging in the sun_set_ room
　　I live, I smile, proud to lead you to conquer death
　　- With their blood, to the history of signatures, the ruins and ceremonial decoration
　　So, given rise to your sorrow! Close to the mountains of courage cliff
　　Condors dive again and again, like waves of the storm, the empty eyes pecked
　　Threw himself on the altar or the suffering of the body while running in full bloom
　　Long lost hope for return of hunger take sharp, whistling and praise planted
　　Listen to what you found alone in the majestic arc of the horizon
　　So let the blood stream to do: to die a glorious, more powerful than death
　　I dedicate towards it! Forty virgin lucky you will be singing
　　Tanning of the skin as crisp bells in the procession in the fasting and watch
　　That dastardly noble, innocent of evil, pure dirty tide
　　Vast memory, I like the mystery of the carnival with the stream of the birth of convulsions
　　Pagoda towering, guidelines for the twilight of a mountain road to heaven
　　You break out - from a pool of blood, close to the sacred
　　Fourth, gatha
　　Looking forward to the desperate
　　Looking for the desperate
　　Despair is the most perfect look
　　Looking forward to the most desperate long
　　Looking forward to not start
　　May not be the end of despair
　　Perhaps the only call soon -
　　The most loud and clear, it is the silence
　　Fifth, the midnight ceremony
　　Open Road Song
　　Link: midnight came, the dark spot to start it Can tiger, gold
　　Can-to shine green. Far away. Grass in the direction that I
　　They moved, wet with dew sky, whom we are starting a collection of
　　Come from?
　　Chorus: Oh so many people, so many people!
　　Link: Constellation tilt, and unknowingly sleep was filled with pines.
　　Arm had a strange wind, we just huddled together, a dream
　　See the bonfire, large and bright.
　　Kids sleep.
　　Chorus: Oh so many people, so many people!
　　Link: trembling soul, the soul longing, among the leaves in the dark,
　　Find a piece of land. Silence in the back of dizziness, there is a
　　Sound, slowly relaxing into a moon, that is, we have been chasing
　　Seeking a bright, right?
　　Chorus: Oh so many people, so many people!
　　Passing the flowers
　　Nuorilang the Xuanyu:
　　The only way the road is a transparent
　　The only way the road is a soft
　　I said, it followed that kind of paean to spring
　　Sun_set_ precipitation, the flow of the ablation
　　Waterfalls and mountain guide
　　I was amazed the temptation of women bare
　　From all directions, from dancing, shower from
　　Beyond Unreal, share my innocence
　　Brake drum
　　At this point, the plateau, such as tigers, are transparent fingers caress the vast
　　At the moment, the spread of forest has been ravaged messy beauty, bright and tough U.S.
　　To flash floods, like the destruction of numerous villages in rubble harmony published universe
　　Stubborn roots thick ankles walked, the children laughing in the displacement of
　　In the dignity and character to stand up from the dead, playing my sacred bell orchid
　　I am the light, even when you fall of the light with you
　　The call of the golden, the bitter to the sea, never calm
　　In the night above the top of the forgotten, the whisper in the sleep talking and shouting on top of slightly
　　At the moment, center of the world. I said: to live - people
　　Created heaven and earth. Birds chirping with. Everything, just inspiration

　　Thirty-year-old heard enough lies
　　No landscape could shift into this room
　　Long face with corn guests
　　Selling rotten stone standing in the doorway
　　A tongue hissed the exhibition ground of the eternal
　　They are cold or you have to think
　　Blasphemy was vomiting like a picture on the wall
　　Memory is the address of a small team of diminuendo
　　Miscanthus sinensis Autumn died of a golden barefoot
　　Who heard the stars disappear Pingchuang
　　That night the wind seems to fall from the pear
　　Empty room were thrown out
　　In your naked flesh, wandering and wandering
　　Mutilation, such as sky and water
　　Wet sun roared forget all injuries
　　No scenery to enjoy the landscape
　　Kill you
　　Until the last bird has fled to the sky
　　Frozen into the hands of the collision in that blue vein
　　Where do you lock yourself in
　　This is the room where the empty echo of a fixed
　　Recitation of the dark
　　Bury your heart the only landscape only
　　Lie

　　Closing my eyes, inhale deeply
　　You came to my room
　　There are songs in the summer weeds fingers
　　And your feet in the memories of a quiet cemetery
　　No, you do not bend over and see the tombstone
　　Playful look and your name exactly the same
　　Do not whisper or a smile on their
　　People remember that laughter has also been
　　No, no, not your
　　Lying on the grass in the sun above
　　One-year-old organization is full of light green blanket
　　Stones and do not understand all you love
　　Name scattered around like a little wind
　　From you outside of your breathing again dreaming
　　Forgotten in the near ground
　　Or very far into it and you think you have the room from the future

　　I looked out the window from the street does not always rain
　　It is calm like a comb
　　Resting on the windowsill
　　It is a quiet woman in the waiting
　　Like a tired seagulls flying from the coast
　　Like the stone tablets to hold fast to their own hands
　　Gray suede her back pocket
　　Quietly changed the shape of a lemon
　　I looked out the window from the snowy streets
　　Only the winter street
　　Seven cats and a sleeping car of a man breaking
　　Or eight pairs of identical eye
　　Like being hit empty grain intended no blame
　　They were so affectionate I believe
　　They have promised each other with the promise of the body hunger
　　And the like to ensure the most gentle touch

　　The stones on the windowsill looking out the window
　　It makes the whole room tilted to the cliff
　　The fish live in the wreck are ready to rot into the fishbone
　　Pieces were cut ax
　　Trees still do a practice green fingers
　　Still on the windowsill every storm
　　All the way into the house to rest
　　Like a stone cold light into your
　　Tilt to the starting point for the sea
　　You climb into a mollusk to be watched
　　Inadvertently tantamount to corpse
　　Crow pecking at any time may be
　　Glass magnified the threat of not saying anything
　　A gray eyes staring at your face and ignore you

　　Regardless of the cold season as the wall behind you
　　A snowy pine tree symbolizes the total days in
　　The fire in the fireplace can also be black green
　　When the fire to become a reality immune to the cold
　　So like you afraid of
　　That has been mistaken for the person you
　　Others let you _set_tle in your exudes Smell
　　Dominated by the sky was full of scarves rainy night
　　Portraits are hung out but you
　　To learn to be afraid of the wall after the death of a face is painted
　　It was mistaken for the sun just like a light
　　Fixed finger in the wind like fingers twitch slightly
　　A mirror, like a madman
　　Never mind the dead fish were whites dementia of the sea
　　Like winter, a sputum spit into your eyes
　　Frozen into a smile when the body is tired skirt
　　Lie to say it again as long as the warm
　　Exactly like that make you more biting portrait
　　The cold is a cold is another metaphor
　　One hundred bird cried elsewhere
　　Analogy of a head cold from the dead, out of the brown ear
　　So terrible as your own
　　So deaf to be drawn so easily be identified

　　Every evening walk is not to others
　　No longer be lit the fire
　　Refill your cup as hatred
　　I swig
　　A fruit tree in the blood so sweet
　　Is more of a black dyed dark day
　　Loosen the tongue-like limbs shake as the storm
　　Eyes wide to stay in the ward yesterday
　　Is a musical instrument will be shooting
　　Birds which are not always escape reality
　　A confused look and glass
　　The most clear water is still blind
　　Sharks live in the hearts of the people can only cracked the silence
　　Watching the ocean burn down their own
　　Coral chest looked extra meat Picked
　　Death, like a little polish ornaments
　　Decorative years after the death of
　　- Hate me because I was thirsty

　　The reality is that part of my personality
　　Has accepted the deceased overflowing spring green
　　Streets receive more under the darker flowers funeral procession
　　The red telephone booth in the rain like a warning
　　Time is part of the internal organs of birds accent
　　Open the bench face each rust
　　Look at the eyes of a long night flight accidents
　　Another day in London was obliterated when the
　　Writing to make the best of my crazy licking brown foam of beer
　　Bell in a bird like a dark shock of unemployment header lines
　　Speech part of the city is the worst part of my
　　Show my small acceptable
　　Rotten window blue leather cover
　　Mutton are hard bound with the memory
　　Died in the death of his seizure of the lens is not
　　When the two newspapers, cemetery, between the cemetery behind the sea