Floating down. In dreams, in the waters of life
Roll up a hungry speech
The sound from the blood, the sound from the bone seam
Gathered together at a forgotten acceleration
A fire, drunk in the arms of late autumn
North of southwest, west of southwest, subsidence land
Struggling in the palm of the night
My Nanming River, Huaxi water, Aha Lake
At the root of a pinch of black thighs
Flooding overnight. Across the lonely head
This secret in the wind has nothing to do with God's gift
Hold the lifeblood of time, then hold the breath of immortality
The deep buried eyes opened in the shadow of the stone
Come on, lightning! Wake up the silent sky with a roar
And the torn pieces are just masks
I heard your voice and arrived here by accident
Every word you spit out has a clear blood vessel
The scream of the night is as sharp as a knife
Farther away, a flower wakes up in the rain
Higher up, an eagle doesn't know where to fly
The sound of the night, through the dream of reality in solitude
Verbs, adjectives, exclamation marks and ellipsis are everywhere
Wrapped in the cracks of the day
Burning blood as a torch, small life moves forward alone
Bones are swords that cut open the tent of the night and wake up the dawn