Chapter 20 20

【Cong's Down Jacket】 rat in the attic Study the manuscripts you have accumulated for ten years And in the north, in a strange city you are looking for a down jacket advertising Rolling suit coat tuck a personal license you think of yourself as an absurdist novel first among customers published For text and numbers, you always Trouble with both husband and lover Therefore, on the bunk of the Zhiqing Inn Insomnia night listening to the house full of snoring as if putting the body piled on the rolling tide across the icy street you don't have to look for mailboxes anymore

The night bird is going south, tonight Every express letter is a love letter, a dream Every dream is stamped with the moon Send to Green Island with no address You don't have time to be melancholy, Cong stands Under the neon lights of a foreign land down jacket on your shoulders doing hard first time fly 【Awakening of Insects】 Beard and long hair are wild waves Lonely and frustrated no one to take care of past back into dark time Assembled for a tragic island of ghosts Sunset on the peaceful sea moment of softness Moment of haggard smile for a moment Once forced to cross the street as a dark cloud

Let the arrows shoot through the heart Pierce through youthful pride love with white hands Pick up the lost shoe from under the trample For your feet that walk on thorns angel will wings cover your sky this moment The blade of your gaze is beyond the swamp of fate But at what moment soul escape body left The hollow pendulum of life, like Along the Black Wind Valley steep slope falling slow motion Beloved Italian Violin leaving a continuous mourning sound from now on broken I thought about going into the night and never coming back Dawn But dawn breaks at the mouth of hell first

The spring rain comes late and the steps are timid The hesitant lights perch on their shoulders and weave their nets in the sky Countless scrambling clamor you closed your eyes and refused Dream of Fire and Smoke On a spring night repeatedly tortured by thunder and lightning break through the embankment diffuse green morning lake 【metasequoia】 the water is cool quietly Let the chaotic cloud traces sink in Pure and clean sunset mottled scale to the shadowy bay backlit Is it the hand that can snap in succession? Autumn fades and thickens as you like with sky and water Each does its own thing but has a thousand rings and thousands of solutions

Insomnia that night Tossing and turning, I can't hide from your long glance these years I stumble on this string every day day by day on the screen you want to know wake up sleep until my feet touch the cool Water meaning A warm little southerly wind blows through white butterfly you call me gardenia and have no idea You once had the name Metasequoia and a season that fades away I will not say I don't have to say I was once your kind for a moment That white secret breaks through you when i sigh suddenly wither by your hand 【Singer of the Sea】 wake up Leap up from the abyss of night

rolling sobbing varicose Thousands of hands and feet move closer to you the sea the maned lion want to lie at your feet, obey the impatient sweet and confusing draw traced to a farther and deeper every painful wave have the desire to live and die your voice rises your eyes are full of moonlight Your voice and eyes are like fireworks Open doors and windows in your soul The sea has more territory than you You have more life than the sea Tonight, you work with the sea created the song I don't know when passerby The resting shadows are rows of shore stones 【Autumn thoughts】

Autumn, day and night on the leaves past the clock immediately stale floating down yellow We were held hostage and flew forward no way to call for help and refused to give up struggling only hear the heart Disturbed full of angry bees besieged A hawthorn tree past flowering The path behind me is also cold and weak I know I can't get anything back The eyes are still used to meandering there Chickweed florets the roots you shed crawl up in pain every minute you touch in that giant palm before touching you think about it you still can't go home go this way go from there

eventually we will all meet autumn fills us up The end is self-explosion like those cooked pods