Chapter 11 【Gauze tent】

【Gauze tent】 Midsummer night when I was a kid Childish dreams are all tailored with white yarn The tent of the dome slopes gently down nebular pores Looking up has been a little hypnotized And the dream catcher's net is always tight Can't fly into a bloodthirsty assassin ----Nightcrawler in black shirt and dagger I can only whine outside But let in the moonlight and tree shadows In the timid chirping of insects A zen scent of mosquito coils Invite people into dreams, meander to the illusion ---- Open your eyes The crimson fire has already half-bed