Chapter 20 [Cheers to Harley]

[Cheers to Harley] Hail Halley, Hallelujah Halley. interstellar alien space prodigal son Once back in the world, seventy-six years later 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 Concubine Chong Ziwei crosses the dreary Tianhe The whereabouts of impermanence in ancient books Disrupt the order of the stars Alarmed emperors and children brought 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 Jianghu cannot

Waiting for Harley, your year-end confidant 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 prominent signal Came to testify for him but was sixteen late? The prophet is always a loner 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 at your striking silhouette in the mirror 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 for the return trip 1984 contemporary prophecy has just passed 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 You are the strong man who walks alone Seventy-six years into a kalpa, how many kalpas 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 and go to the sun Splendid pilgrimage 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 salute you Billions of cameras are raised to you tonight

Six inch short lens barrel at one end It's a celestial phenomenon Is it the hasty and affectionate world? How many people can wait for you here? The next reincarnation comes and goes At least I can't have my gray hair Even if there are three thousand feet, how can I compare with you Next time you pass by the world without me But my country is still the Five Sacred Mountains All the rivers are still rolling eastward The will of the nation moves forward forever Facing the hot sun like you