Victim ☆ hopeful
In the long film of history, there are two sets of slow motion scenes
Victim
You lean against the dusk
Against the evening sky
Like by the turnstile of day and night
The flowers of blood are blooming
On your chest
On the field in front of you
The golden still shines
The purple has withered
Your silent smile
One after another
Tiny swallows
Where is the executioner hiding?
The smoke is slow and tired
The river is like its transparent shadow
How many eyes are looking at you
--Painful scars on poplar trees
Forgotten balloon on green wave
The round windows with flowers in the old church
Dull, confused, kind
How much you want to put your hand on
Their forehead
(no, not shaking hands)
Let them understand
Did the executioner escape?
The blood is drained
Of course, there are tears
The frozen night wind washed everything
Use a hot afterglow
Memory, and that wisp of light hair
You fall slowly, slowly
For fear of crushing something
Your hand, deep in
Gentle soil layer
Seize a stiff Road
Hold tight
Night is full of bullets
executioner
You can sleep soundly.
Hopeful
You wake up--
Turn your head slowly
Let the sun sweep through the bottom of your mind
Sweep the slightly astringent memory
Oh, how long did you sleep?
Since the fragile sail of grey Butterfly
Crushed by the storm
Since the pages and the bones of the ship
Drifting together
Since the waves put your 'crime'
Write all the beaches
That death, that paralysis more terrible than death
It started
Past (say):
Not satisfied
You rebellious son
You wake up--
The perceptual current began to heat
Hammer like pulse
It also began to vibrate
The dream is broken
Into countless scattered waterfowls
Into large bright clouds
You twitch your limbs slowly
Rise between the sun and the stars
The sand and gravel in the hair are rustling and shaking off
Like giant plants leaving the earth
Left the rumors of seaweed corruption
Call into the sky
Modern (say):
Here you are
My proud child
You wake up--
The sea retreats far, and the mountain is silent
There are no footprints on the fresh earth
No road, no track
No revelation or hint
The silent terror was enough to frighten everything
However, you smiled
This is the giant's smile
You don't have to beg, you don't have to look
There is life everywhere, with your touch
There is wind everywhere, with your quick thinking
You have everything you need--
Own world
Future (say):
No, and me
You are forever, the only lover