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