Sihai network

White night

In the Eskimo snow house

Burning a lamp

Whale lamp

It was burning thickly

Shaking a thick shadow

Shaking sleepy oars and homemade clocks


He is young and the sun never shines

Over his head

Bless him, for his brown beard

He can only lie down seriously

White bear skin, listen to the ice

How to burst in the distance

Shiny fragments, sliding in the storm

He's thinking about life

His wife

The wearer's favorite glass bead string

From high, pile

Just exchanged clothes

Throw it on him

Buried his powerful and slow questions

He has only her

Themselves, and the slightly shaking Arctic Ocean

A whale lamp