Modern Poetry
Song without spectrum
无谱之歌
Ya Xian
As to love it as pigeon,
What stuffing a flower in lapel on the bar,
What kind of reasoning that do not jump just a very happy four groups show next week,
Embrace it, to equal the weight of gravity!
Rotation, and let all the aesthetic swing skirt up!
Ah, by May I'm afraid to depression for some time.
(Oh, Nana, do not talk to me Zola)
Life is likened to guava friends just a bit too simple little bar;
I had not know why the sea, and
You want to draw a naked gold and blue,
He wants to catch a starry night poetry,
In short by May I'm afraid to depression for some time.
Ah, many people Louguo hug her waist it!
(Oh, Simon, the leaves go riding Guer Meng)
Go to heaven together with the moon.
Together with the spring to go to hell.
Get married, a little sloppy Ye Hao,
Under the same roof do different to dream,
Pro pro but not that boring boring Zuiba more!
(Oh, Lu Ti, Dada pistol shot to the really music?)
Ah, the wind yo, fire yo, yo sea, the earth yo,
War, yo, yo laurel, quite an interesting variety of revolutionary yo,
Blood in the burning of waste Could it be the words to write on yo,
All of your childhood back to God who has yo.
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