Under a bleak storm
　　House
　　Parked in the empty sea
　　Being in that water column
　　Lonely Lingding a small nest
　　I hide them
　　Maybe I'm broken stars
　　Or a firefly
　　The melodious song
　　It seems to open up a bouquet of bright desert dark
　　With my chest just because a long light.
　　White lark for me wince.