Three songs outside "Flower Cats in Memories".

"Flower Cats in Memories"

The wind was chased by the branches of the trees through the night

Passing through the sleeping people, I could see the way clearly

Horse-drawn carriages, mermaids and wooden dolls

You say that fairytale line: "Magic mirror, magic mirror."

There is no prince of dark horses"

Not far away was my father, with a cigarette between his fingers

Youth burns at this moment, and the ashes are in the corner

Clothes are on the balcony, night and night so even

You come from a long path where the fog is the fog of memory

I just thought of what was there to blow the powder of memories away

I remember your limbs being soft and your landing light

Like a cat, a biting, flower cat

"I'm only a bad guy in my poems"

I rarely push myself, but I do occasionally

You don't know, you're always downstairs in my house

Stand and wait for the rain you like, the one you love

So what is love like, soft? aromatic

There are no hands, with short feet\

It must not be far, the city is for me

It's a huge typing machine, fallen leaves, commas

Rain, colon, and by the way, caterpillars and Hamlet

I waited a long time for the snowflake to fall into my room

Waiting for the leaves to take root, waiting for it to happen but not

Everything that happened, I was used to the rain, fell from the backbone of the house

You say he's not your friend

And I'm only in my poetry, snatching you and hurting you

The Letter

I don't know how to get started

Just choose you, can you steal my heart

Yes, we are afraid of pain, of closing the wound and opening it again

I want you to know that the poet has always been skinny

I'm not used to complimenting a person, complimenting her skin

Her melancholy and sunny countenance, her hair

Her limbs walked through the ancient corridor

The sun was shining through my chest

Blood is separated from skin by a river, and I mean it

Write the wrong words and clip the letter to you around your waist

Leave a red mark

"When I see you, it melts like chocolate"

Some people say it's true, but I advise you not to believe it

"I feel like I need to introspect"

I don't know how to use a pen, to put things, to put worms

Break the little carving knife, life needs leaves

Just paint the city full of spring

You say that all poets are liars

Let's not believe him, there are places waiting for me to go

I ran away from his sight, and I didn't like it

Towards a vision, and unwilling to bear anyone's gaze

Something went through my shoulder

A carriage was driving away from my chest, and she must have been sitting in it

Eat an ice cream or miss a mosquito

I picked up the pen while I was dreaming

The past was put aside by me and let the moonlight bask quietly, as much as I wanted