Diary is 19 and a half years old - you're awake

Leave My Singing Here (14), p. 165

On December 26, 1986, the sun was shining

There is such a world, where we live. There are some stories that belong to us, and in our spring, we compose "Our Story".

You're asleep, so heavy, so dead, half autumn, half winter. Soon after the winter solstice, before the New Year's Day, in the song of "Cheng, Genghis Khan", after the dance of the disco came into your eyes with the morning light, the eyes moved, and the eyes suddenly focused, and you saw the wind-blown skin of the "five brothers" flying in front of you, and you blew out a mouthful of fog shrouded in your chest, and blew out the fog for a long time, and blew it out for a long time, and returned it to nature, deeply inhaled the clear and clean beauty of the morning light, bowed reverently to the rising sun, straightened up your waist, supported the earth with your legs, and lifted up your strength.

Your eyes are shining with the world, getting clearer and clearer—you're awake.

What a slow awakening! Stretch out your hand clearly, look at the eyes that must have stopped on your eyes, hold the hands that have long been stretched out on your chest, and say clearly to the lips that have been calling, "I've slept enough—"

A long, messy, lazy hair, a beard, a sleeping worm, a dragon of the past—you sleep so hard!

You say, you are two people. One is a dragon and the other is a satoshi. You became a dragon, but you lost yourself (Satoshi). Sleeping a worm, eating the damp mist and twilight, and the freezing of winter, contribute to your silence, nightmare, dementia-like stubbornness, and the sweat and CO that belong to the substance......

Our anticipation, along with the cooling, tightened and tightened more and more...... After the winter solstice, everything jumps, you no longer "turn a blind eye", since you are in our world, participate in "our story......

You spread out our manuscript paper...... Use your feet to ......

When you sleep, you dream all the time......

Before you fall asleep, it's a good summer, a warm life, a warm air, and you're not only you, but a dragon...... Ever since I hit that ice, it's been ice again and again...... So just after the golden autumn, and the fallen leaves have just become acquainted with the cold, you are silent among us as a reef......

You wake up, and your hair is messy and uncombed!

Whether we are no longer sad and not frightened is up to you. Spring-like stories, I want you to ......

"Our Story" is "Our World" and "The Distance of Love" or "Fortified Love", it is better to use the accumulated material to write a story about us that is not too long, and its significance may be greater than the sum of all previous ideas. I really shouldn't have written a lot about my past life.

"Our Story" is a story, a novel, but it is all made up of prose and prose poems, the structure is not new, the subject matter is not new, and there is not much new to write, I write about vitality.

In the afternoon, the ripe sun was shining, and I sat alone on the hill, reminiscing, imagining the idea of "Our Story", which made all the poems I was about to write stop. If you want to write poetry, you have to find a subject matter.

In fact, I didn't fall asleep, and I took notes in front of me to make it easier to remember my new ideas.

What is touching is not fantasy or dream. Don't write to others if it's not moving, at least move yourself.