We starve ourselves full every day

To survive a certain very young age

Pouring milk on fresh latte

Steaming the scene with broken lyrics

Filigreed filler of negative space

Just want to be you on a perfumed Saturday

Trapped in a scarf of fine reprinted arts

While my coffee whispers your name

Space is a moment

Time is entropy

Times are timeless

Separate we return

我在奈何桥边

看一棵树的影子

我站在船尾

看过往的路人

Culture and darkness is our cloaks

Conjuring blindness like infinite chateau

Within our reach but gradually unfold

Falling astray as ideal shadows

To be alive is a constant burning

To believe is a burning constant

To dream we drown us from afar

To be free we set ourselves aflame

风景都是我们的所有物

存在少年时

眼中有一片沙漠

窗前是蝴蝶和芒种

我们的话是一副画

一滴变迁的点

三重门

千层落下的雪

“叹息吧，失去口唇的路人”。

星光零落在午夜

这是三幕剧

光是你我，途中的歌

Solomon Salome

Danza of Time

La belle est l’homme

Shadow speakeasy

“从前有一只穿山甲

从此之后山成了我的家”

幻象是种想象的现实

一只金灿灿的捕兽夹

我把朱砂捏成团子

喂给了一条鱼

失去在绯红的画里

凝固的光源

the shape of water is you

made shadows dance

to the distant shore

line on the hourglass

So it goes as all ghost goes

Honeyed sins span sandalwood white

Here’s your Persephone

Take the last pomegranate

Let’s play chess

彩过山车

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I hear a red herring bone falling

Falling into the shallow sea

Send me to the emerald clouds

Undream me in soulless fantasies