Verse
　　Verse
　　Hidden in my heart
　　Fear of a poem
　　Poetry is like a
　　Nocturnal
　　In the morning
　　Silence
　　Verse
　　Fear of a poem
　　In my mouth
　　(Ding Wenlin translation)
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　　Morning Prayer
　　Our hunger
　　Lord ah
　　Day after day
　　Our desire
　　Water
　　There are just
　　Bacon at our feet
　　Night in our eyes
　　Our road
　　Lord ah
　　Lord ah
　　Our road
　　We call by call
　　As we open the
　　Hands
　　(Ding Wenlin translation)
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　　Green fog
　　That green color of the fog
　　Is a tower
　　Notwithstanding the vague outline of
　　But true
　　Tower body
　　Entrance of a twenty-seven
　　Leads to a ladder
　　Winding turns
　　However, neither the initial step that
　　Nor the ultimate
　　Because the last step
　　Is the first class
　　(Ding Wenlin translation)