Chapter 55 cheers harley

—Hail Halley, Hallelujah Halley. Interstellar traveler, space prodigal son It's been seventy-six years since I came back to the world What kind of scenery is the half-walled blue dome? Is a light year long or short Silver hair flying, white cloak fluttering dragging the eternal loneliness of the Lone Ranger Offending the second concubine, rushing to Ziwei, crossing the drab Tianhe The whereabouts of impermanence in ancient books Disrupt the order of the stars Alarmed emperors and children, bringing nightmares War, Revolution, Plague, and Death Qin Tianjian didn't know how to explain

The nursery rhymes of the market and the slang of the rivers and lakes cannot Waiting for Harley, your confidant who forgets the age Thin with a parabola Towards the Spectrum of Star Population in the Depths of the Primordial Desolation To track down your wandering life experience like a mystery Since then you have a common name Come back to find your bosom friend Waving such a loud signal came to testify against him, sixteen years too late Prophet, alas, always loitering early visitor Can't wait to meet my own prophecy Like a boomerang you fly diagonally Against the course of all planets

All telescopes are aiming The whole theater is waiting excitedly The protagonist comes on stage from the darkest part of the night This year's most sensational extraterrestrial guest Look in the mirror, your striking silhouette The chic long hair is combed and brushed The hurricane blowing against the big fireball The magnanimity of Sun Plaza around an empty U-shape You're making a U-turn, ready to turn back 1984, just after the prophecy of the present age See you again from ancient legends The shadow that drags the broom is pathetic Frightened human beings are helpless and helpless

How many threats can you bear? How can man-made disasters on earth be blamed on natural disasters? If you really are a broom, just swing it sweep away the ominous omen from our hearts The strong man who walks alone, it's you Seventy-six years into one calamity, how many calamities have you survived? What is the scourge that is chasing you Let you go to the desolate frontier of Pluto? Looking back at the sun, a sick firefly Unwilling to be a dead prisoner in the black prison You always break out, come to the sun Splendid pilgrimage, come to worship the fire You run forever in the tragedy of reincarnation

Hoisting the long flag of pilgrimage all the way ——Let me also raise the mirror to pay tribute to you Billions of cameras, tonight, all lifted up to you Six-inch short lens barrel, one end It is a long and infinite celestial phenomenon, with one end Is the world of love in a hurry, after all How many people can wait for you here? Will the next reincarnation come and go? At least I can't, my gray hair Even if there are three thousand feet, how can I compare with you? Next time you pass by, there is no me in the world But my country is still the Five Sacred Mountains All the rivers are still rolling to the east

The will of the nation moves forward forever To the hot sun, like you Postscript: Boomerang, a translation of boomerang, is a hunting weapon used by Australian natives. It is made of bent solid wood and shaped like an English letter L. After being thrown, it can fly back to its original place in a long oval shape.