I die, you are still alive.
　　You do not know me like you do not understand the world.
　　My mortal remains turned into immortal mask
　　Forcing you to resemble each other:
　　Do not own, nor did others.
　　I wish both had an apple tree grow each fall,
　　Bear more of the apple and hunger.
　　Do you see the Flyers are my soul.
　　I planted the shadow of the more positive light than all.
　　My real burial is in the book,
　　There, your name as the extra letters,
　　Was gently wiped off.
　　All eyes only for a glimpse of the open,
　　Not my song, you will not have lips.
　　And you will continue sung sung
　　Only the great silence, not song.

　　Enough of this place.
　　Gotta go to visit Athens -
　　Over the years, you are walking barefoot in the fields.
　　So hard to leave a pair of shoes to Athens,
　　But you took it off in New York.
　　In the streets of New York to open your shoe,
　　Home people selling handmade lazy way out,
　　In exchange for selling their footprints from animals,
　　Trees cut down from the spring legs -
　　All of civilization is attractive.
　　But Ulysses shoes
　　You may not be suitable for the American dream,
　　Age may not be suitable for sightseeing tour of Athens.
　　Kind of shoes to wear in the feet
　　Will not necessarily civilized people to Homer.
　　They will not walk with felled trees,
　　The dead will not spend money to buy shoes,
　　Even if the money spent is dead.
　　A pair of shoes to smell nuisance out how far
　　For it to grow legs?
　　Turn off your shoe. Imagine
　　Courtesy of shoes to wear monster
　　To go to a decent middle-class dinner.
　　Imagine a solitary ballet toe
　　Sleepless in the monster from the squat.
　　Imagine a person loses his legs after
　　Still in the running. Athens, thousands of miles away.
　　Oh, those lonely long-distance running: Over the years
　　Strong beat of his prosthetic earth,
　　Flying in the abyss of his shoes -
　　You may not want that trip to Athens shoes.

　　I live in the pine in Chinese characters,
　　In these and those between the image of the stare.
　　They are isolated and run through, body jolts,
　　Single-gun rhythms such as continuous.
　　A sound, the characters become simple.
　　Dropped some arms, legs, eyes,
　　But the language is still in walking out and see.
　　Parenting as a mysterious hunger.
　　And, save a lot of good days,
　　Let me and the same race of people eating, picky.
　　In the local accent, in the unity of the dialects, such as a crystal
　　In the mix of ancient and modern Chinese, the
　　My lips are like a circular ruins
　　Teeth into the open
　　Do not touch a bone.
　　This landscape, so the meat, Chinese feast world.
　　I eat my share of the day, and eat the ancients, until the
　　One evening, I went to the English Corner walk, see
　　Surrounded by a group of Chinese Americans, I guess they
　　Want to move to English inside. However, there is no territory of English in China.
　　It's just a course, a conversation mode, TV shows,
　　A Department of the University, examination and paper.
　　I am a piece of paper and pencil exactly like the Chinese.
　　Casual, wear rubber life.
　　Experienced a lot of ink, glasses, typewriter
　　And the heavy lead after
　　English has been the ease, rolled up in a corner of China.
　　It makes us accustomed to abbreviations and diplomatically,
　　There are Western, knife and fork, aspirin.
　　Such changes do not involve the nose
　　And skin. Like a toothbrush every morning
　　English walked in the teeth, so that Chinese white.
　　Used to eat the dead to eat the book, so
　　I brush my teeth every day. This is related to water, sanitation and compared.
　　The resulting the taste, taste, said
　　And the everyday language of all the difference.
　　And also on the one hand: it reached into English,
　　Separation of the middle finger and index finger to simulate
　　A letter, a victory, a
　　Nazi-style experience of self.
　　Cigarette floor, only half went out burning,
　　Like a piece of history. History is suffering from stuttering
　　War, and then forward the Third Reich, Hitler.
　　I do not know if this madman had shot in English, shot through
　　Shakespeare and Keats.
　　But I know that the Oxford dictionary, the aristocratic English
　　There are armed to the teeth, Churchill or Roosevelt's English.
　　It's metaphor, its material, its destruction of aesthetics,
　　Explosions in Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
　　I saw piles of corpses into a character in Japanese -
　　However, in the language, the Chinese and Anglo-American alliance.
　　I read this history, are extremely suspicious.
　　I do not know my history and who is more ridiculous.
　　Hundred years, between Chinese and English, what happened?
　　Why do so many Chinese immigrants in English,
　　To become yellow, white, and the Chinese
　　As a divorced ex-wife, as a broken mirror in the home? Actually
　　What happened? I was alone in the Chinese house arrest,
　　Dialogue with a number of papers, empty thinking in English,
　　And see more Chinese people among the meantime,
　　From a man into a pictographic alphabet people.

　　1
　　From see to see, in the middle only glass.
　　From face to face
　　Separated is invisible.
　　In the glass, the material is not transparent.
　　The whole plant is a huge glass eyes,
　　Labor is one of the darkest part of the
　　During the day it shines in the heart of things.
　　Adhere to the initial tears of things,
　　Like a bird in a pure light in a dark shadow adhere.
　　Way back to the dark light, and dedication.
　　In place of glass everywhere,
　　Glass is not its own, but
　　A spirit.
　　Like everywhere, the air, the air nearly non-existent.
　　2
　　The sea near the factory.
　　Understanding of water is the understanding of the glass.
　　Freezing, cold, fragile,
　　These are transparent price.
　　Transparency is a mystery, could see the waves of the language,
　　When I say it has been out of it,
　　Out of the cup, coffee table, dressing mirror, all these
　　Concrete, mass production of the substance.
　　But I was surrounded by exposure to substances,
　　Life is full of desire.
　　Language overflow, dry, in a transparent before.
　　Language is the fly, that is,
　　To open on the open, lightning bolts of lightning.
　　So many birds of the sky outside the body,
　　The shadow of a solitary bird
　　Can be a light in the sea gently scrape.
　　Something across from the glass, lighter than the shadow,
　　Than cut deeper, harder than the blade to match.
　　Cracks are invisible.
　　3
　　I came, I saw, I say.
　　Language and time turbidity, pays top academics.
　　Spread from the center of a blind.
　　The same experience has occurred in the glass house.
　　Fire breathing, the heart of the flame.
　　The so-called water glass is to change attitudes in flames,
　　Two Spirits is met
　　Twice into the same eternal destruction.
　　After the flame into a glass of water,
　　The solemn into the combustion sub-zero,
　　Truth or feeling like a
　　Plain, clear, refused to flow.
　　In the fruit, in the depths of the sea, the water never flows.
　　4
　　So this is what I see the glass -
　　Is still a stone, but is no longer strong.
　　Is still a flame, but no longer warm.
　　Still water, but neither soft nor passing.
　　Some wounds but it is not bleeding,
　　It is a voice but not through silence.
　　To lose from the loss, which is glass.
　　Language and time transparency
　　Pay a high price.
　　5
　　I see three kinds of factories in the same glass:
　　States of matter, and decorations, and symbolic.
　　I was told that the father was some confusion in the glass stones.
　　Void in the stone, the death is not the end
　　Can change the original but a fact.
　　Crushed stone, glass was born.
　　This is true. But there is another real
　　Me into another realm: from high to high.
　　In that is only true in the glass of water, is already
　　Or is hardened, a bone, can not afford to splash water
　　The flame is biting cold,
　　And the most beautiful and most easily broken.
　　World all noble things, and
　　The tears of things.

　　A cup of coffee floated over from the other side, then
　　A hand. What people hold, you have to believe.
　　So a coffee shop came from outer floated,
　　Around a large building under the cover of dark,
　　Is particularly striking, as in a black evening dress
　　Reveal a small white shirt collar.
　　I may not believe the coffee shop is real, when I
　　Holding it in your hand like a ticket,
　　Train times and not passing me by.
　　To sit down for information, make two ears
　　Sagging to the knees, a coffee shop on both sides
　　Watch shop and grocery store. Calibration time,
　　And then pay to the grocery store to buy a pack of cheap cigarettes.
　　Then a man walked into a cafe
　　Hanging in the window seat position in the sky,
　　He dreams often take place. He is without a childhood
　　Beginning to grow old generation. His age
　　Is a portrait using pencil eraser gently wipe the
　　Part of the early birds, and the word track. One's life
　　A box of video tapes, pre-finished live production,
　　From the beginning. There are repeated all
　　Have been tried. Everything is gone.
　　A coffee shop from another cafe
　　Floated over the middle after all the addresses
　　House number, after his arm around the same things.
　　Shadow of one of two copies. Agreement between the two
　　People feel dejected. "Want some coffee, have a little sugar."
　　A cup of coffee come from outer floated, and then
　　Is a hand, touch a button the machine time,
　　It read: Stop.
　　Then another man walked into a cafe.
　　He crossed a straight street, just as through the
　　An equal sign, from the addition into a subtraction.
　　Followed behind him into the coffee shop, is a
　　Age suspicious woman, dark, but dazzling.
　　Time is not trustworthy. Sometimes just ten seconds on the visual
　　Make a person suddenly ten years old, so that another person
　　Like a box of tapes back home quickly,
　　Retreated to a child riding a train, as if
　　From the station at once into the coffee shop.
　　"Ten seconds before the world of you I do not know this person,
　　Now, I think we have fallen in love
　　Many centuries. "Love encouraging people to aging.
　　Only old age can bring comfort. "We're too young
　　Had to spend the summer of 50 one of the world farewell,
　　To truly enter into the coffee shop, together
　　Spend ten seconds. "Shall spring then tighten the circle
　　Silver spoon in the cup
　　Slowly stir, multiplied by the square of the square began to melt candy
　　Ten seconds, just ten seconds,
　　Has the same short stroke passion, people
　　There like a frozen popsicles. This is
　　Retrograde laws of time and the statement could not be any less less
　　Of any person's life are essential. This is
　　A definition: to give in to a small number of the minority.
　　Then walked into a cafe is not a person,
　　But a group of people. A shadow in all the roles,
　　A puppet all the citizens of the city. They come from
　　The other side of the equal sign from behind the decimal point
　　Seventh in the figures indicate the micro universe, from the
　　Discipline, vision, life, writings or statistical tables.
　　They see coffee shops as the conscience of an era.
　　Between the state and the private life of a cup of coffee erratic
　　Sometimes emerge from the face, but immediately disappear on
　　Word coverage. They are writing in a cafe
　　And the rising generation, before the term through faith
　　Transferred to the verb, all in the shake and change,
　　There is nothing fixed.
　　In a head into a thousand ideas, you can make it
　　Separated from the body and become like a balloon in the air so light
　　By a thread, can coffee shop from the sky
　　Pull down? If the cafe is just a stage,
　　Can be removed at any time, never really built.
　　Then a man got up and left the coffee shop,
　　At midnight a half (the calibration time. But time
　　Untrustworthy), through equal-style dark street,
　　Directly from the coffee shop to an exotic
　　Gloomy building, a
　　People in the Song of the Sad Café in the building, bringing back memories endless.
　　Not to enter, but to leave
　　To the distance to watch. The building is through the winter.
　　In the winter of nine people. 1825 winter.
　　Rigid forty degrees below zero to a cup of coffee floating in the air,
　　Hand. "How can we grasp the
　　This infinite universe of a finger? "Maybe not.
　　"Aristocracy of skin is really white jade" This is
　　A night blooming Tuberose, sled pulling politics Square
　　Bolted from grassland from Asia. How far the road.
　　December revolutionaries hid in the black coat and face.
　　Fan Shen when a person into the coffee shop.
　　The full-length mirror in the bright, he suspected this cafe
　　Really exists. "To a bottle of French champagne
　　And one-off red beet soup. "Pulls out a black overcoat
　　White shirt collar, December partisan
　　White Russian exiles in Paris to become writers. Russian Culture
　　With Western passports. Grasslands disappear. .
　　Across the dinner meal and a glass of heaven's tears,
　　Puning with a Russian woman of French-speaking, as the '
　　Ten seconds. She wore a pair of old-fashioned aristocratic shoes,
　　To walk in the will and the menu, like a cat light.
　　The other corner coffee shop, Sartre held pipe dangling from Macri
　　And Beauvoir discussed the bleak prospects for freedom in Europe.
　　Down Gide's diary, Mr. Roland Barthes
　　Eiffel Tower board leaned around, he saw
　　Paris, like the black evening dress from falling
　　A button. Still got the clothes, it? Heaven
　　No strippers. Circle time
　　Bright spot is an infinitesimal inhalation, smaller than the buttons.
　　Then the coffee shop filled with guests.
　　Light more and more dark. Wandering the chair from the shoulder
　　Slide down to reach the secret straight waist.
　　Support a belief in the collapse of the world is easier said than done.
　　"How long is the snake's waist?" A boy he asked.
　　He has a father, the dialectics of the Stalin era,
　　And from the mother recognized the lover, "she more like Nana"
　　Doctor Zhivago and love of poetry
　　Know more than that of medicine, "but life?
　　Who know better life? "The feather is smaller than a group of yellow,
　　To the coffee shop to chat, spend money to enjoy
　　A class of leisure time. Anyway, nothing to do.
　　When we can not generals, missionaries, the President or pirates.
　　"Girls hands in their heart, dreams of pirates"
　　Through the green grass, quiet life.
　　"Where to inquire about the Utopia
　　Mysterious message? "If people look inward convergence
　　The unlimited expansion of the emptiness of the material, concentrated
　　A smaller
　　To the emptiness of the individual, who may be rescued.
　　Like coffee shops, like the reed organ in the quiver.
　　No player. Is there a finger
　　Message from the infinite universe will hook to the soul?
　　At this time holding a foreign passport holders rushed out of the cafe.
　　Transactions between soul and body, in the four
　　China's giant eyes and the first president under the U.S.
　　For, as an expression of a fact: We are in the ground
　　The formation of birds judgments. The distance between the two countries
　　The distance between the two payment cards. "Playing cards it?
　　Each card has a queen paid. "
　　Each country has a pair of cards and a coffee shop.
　　"You are slowly coffee or a drink it?
　　Sugar, or hold? "This is the system of sexual and
　　Confuse the issue. Boil the coffee night
　　Whether two people will be sleeping with a considerable concentration
　　Happiest people among us, in ten seconds
　　Fast old man. The young will fall
　　From midnight to the dawn of a long wandering.
　　Continuous drift from one lover to
　　Another lover, does that mean permanent exile of the soul
　　Has lost deep in the flesh before with only the turbulent
　　And complaints to contact the dark forces? Mean
　　Love under a pair of scissors can only slow motion playback,
　　_Insert_ed in the fleeting beauty of those between the face?
　　Two cups of coffee did not touch a long time together,
　　The future will not collide.
　　Then the coffee shop only a few people who matter.
　　Can all go away, fewer and fewer people around.
　　Perhaps to the end cafes to install the engine and rubber wheels
　　The whole street when on the move to caravans.
　　However, never in the minority from the minority
　　Toward the hole organized around
　　Touched, even a small step towards a whole. Never.
　　Even if it means nowhere to go, which means
　　Wealth in the decimal point after the addition of three Zero
　　Move to the left of the three. One of the two zero
　　Frame in the nose, as expensive glasses.
　　Lens in a hole in a sudden burst
　　The people to a vision of the terrible depths, see
　　Every moment of life is zero is infinitely small
　　Amplified a million times
　　Towards the generation of bacteria-like life and death. Dream past
　　Changed a new face. Spend a lifetime
　　Drinking a cup of coffee, and then out of the coffee shop,
　　Which casually down the street in the fall asleep.
　　No, do not promise the future, please Cafe
　　A past: not just lights, music, house number
　　The train moved from the chair, tears drift to
　　And faces. "We are all dreamer. Can not wake up.
　　Could not move. Can not dream of an earlier dream. "
　　Now the whole coffee shop has been empty.
　　"Forget about the things you can not stand." Years later,
　　A man in search of a cup of coffee another cup of coffee.
　　He is bound to be a victim of responsibility: the poor man.