Chapter 2 Volume 2: The voice in my heart (unpublished)

on this midsummer night voice in heart Like the white crane that suddenly floats with its wings from sleep Fan to the rich aroma of white hosta calling the name in memory draw the cryptic symbol It flies and circles in my sky linger, refuse to leave Rich and white, from ancient times Transformed into a white crane, occupying my sky I can't understand its symbols, can't understand Why does it live so long and so beautiful So white it defies death One day it will become a star in the night sky Still full of music that people can't hear Spin like crazy, fly to me You, the voice in my heart is calling

Eternal universe, endless dark depths Store your, mine, our voices (one) when you see the moon you are thinking about the earth when you see the earth you are thinking about the sun when you see the sun you are thinking of another sun when you see the baby you are thinking about the old man when you see old people you can't see the baby like seeing no other sun That's far too far away. Infinity cannot be seen, yet you are aware of its existence Its light and gravity are one invisible web Everything is in it. (two) Walking by the lotus pond in the winter afternoon

orange winter start to fade into mist Cold light shoots from the ice I saw the lotus pond with forgotten flowers I think of summer lotus leaves Walking in the forest garden in winter afternoon dead branches with strong black lines shatter the blue sky See the woods that forget the summer birds What I thought of was the whirling Lin Ying. between seeing and thinking human desire to live Whenever I walk this path The ghost haunts my steps I'm trembling, not from the cold but to see that burning gaze Young stars should not cool down so quickly your lush black hair Is it turned into ashes

those bright red lips Has it run out of blood? Your limbs are full of elasticity Now it's gone with the wind no ashes, no spirit what!God-given life It turned out to be a grinning misunderstanding even if someone's conscience twitches Who can destroy the apples that the wind and rain have fallen Reattach the branch and give it back to us That youthful beard, give back to mothers The fetus that wriggled in the womb? This year the green leaves here are full again Roses crazily climb all over the fence The red of roses, the white of jasmine, The delicate yellow and deep purple of wildflowers

come as usual only your footsteps Only appear in the dark night in the dream of missing you I'm afraid to go down this trail But I can't resist your call From here I've gone crazy you guys My chest hurts because of it Now the blood is gone, only The pale waiting on the corpse just wait, wait will be like mushrooms in the dark quietly grow. You are the lucky one, will Show purity to the world Protected by a huge pool of water Even if trampled by urchins the pinkness of your complexion You too die from the destruction of innocence Like the crust of wrath buried Pompeii.

someone has to paint themselves every day The black color of a crow, like a bat, is only in Flying under the dim sky Hiding in a damp cave during the day Hanging his conscience upside down. Bows, arrows and bullets will not fly So not a deadly killer Words are pervasive bounce off the wall of ignorance and savage consciousness Splashing everywhere from that barren wall Until the dead and wounded become a piece, become a king, become a mountain and stiff face Still wearing a singing smile Tears of gratitude have frozen into ice Those eyes that didn't have time to close Reflecting the dream country in the crystal ball

The curtain is down, the theater is empty only echoes of chaos It's the howling of the wraiths and the lines of the characters crazy band in the eternal universe playing that never fades, forcing we listen over and over again I don't know how to turn the plot around interrupt a character's speech Noise must be filtered out, harmony sought Maybe it's human instinct However, it can only be a harmony of countless discords hope is not extinguished This is perhaps another instinct of survival. i have never seen you so you are mysterious your beauty is endless just like a scent

penetrate my lungs when i walk in a deserted garden your silent vibration Like a lake, send me news I listen quietly to what is spoken to me still i don't see you Perhaps shadows beyond the rosehedge. don't ask you to stay But you have to show up again and again make me feel your presence People can see from my face bathed in the sunset know i met you again hear your breath although we never met i know for a moment A strange existence is beside me Our gathering is silent silence But the mountains are not tall enough The sea is not overflowing enough. only the flowers are still blooming

The arrow that was cut by the knife in the dark of june Squirting dark red blood, flowers bring the fury of the desert And here's the heart It is white marble, and it is a dragon pillar of marble. Does not absorb blood stains under the whiteness of jade How much howling, how much moaning How many pale youthful faces How many doubts, how much despair only the flowers are still blooming blood-spitting arrow lotus open in june silent heavy, stuffy In the darkness of the invisible night every angry horse Raised his front hooves and groaned to run forward In the depths of the soul have their runways

their vast grasslands when you just looked up See the cold face across the way searching gaze picked up pencil catch ear you throw the reins Became a Cowboy You hold on to that angry horse's head To catch the longing horseshoe until it falls to the ground, and your shadow together I lost my pure desire Sadly you don't have cowboy pride you know you tripped yourself on a rope Now all that remains is the sorrow and disgrace of being captured The angry horse rushed out of your body Gallop back to the distant place where they were born. death mourning love of death death suspense

die in spring die at dawn dead in life dead sculpture dead silence infinite death no remorse no hesitation the greenest branch the purest white flower on the altar of death waiting for merciless slaughter white roses that bloom in may Mass bells of the world Shocked the stars of outer space Ask in surprise: is a person?god?Angel?demon? It's a bloodthirsty monster chewing up White roses that bloom in May. only fog rising from the abyss have familiar faces laughing, crying, sad, happy memory stretches out its long arms capture fog changing shape Faces distorted in concave-convex mirror A voice in the ravine said: catch it, it'll make you realize but still hazy Childhood is a silent black swan floating in autumn lake Then take off, flapping your wings never come back you lost another chance Know yourself. when i accidentally look back The long and narrow west window surprised me slender girl bring today's dusk blue, purple, blue, pink, red, yellow look back again It's all gone, only soil orange is left black velvet skirt The waist of the mountain is so soft girl is asleep only shimmer, orange-yellow Came from behind her side The dream has begun - later Only Shan and she know, to the insider a secret.