"There Was Snow at That Time"

I remember it was cold, and you might have been a kid then

Or maybe it doesn't exist, I'm like a wood

There is an emotion and spirit of the wood, yes, girl

I used to call you aunt or sister, I don't know the years

How to stretch my soul

Just like him, like his voice, a blue voice

Have I been described? Two or three times when you use your hands

Holding the wind and snow outside the window and forgetting to put it down

Those well-clothed clouds and emaciated dreams

How simple is it to fall in love when ...... outside the window

When we are two gentle snows, melting into each other's tears

April 1

You're my friend, you don't know me, the wind doesn't

Climbing into the sky, I didn't have the courage to continue that night's trance

Those butterflies, yellow, fly under the branches

I said the sun was still biting

If you don't believe it, you're going to expose your neck, and I'll put it in

The spring in the palm of my hand is my fantasy, you are in the stairs

Found the leaves, also gently

Pull out the inside, those green rays

The girl came back from the provinces, and you refused to show up for a long time, it's me

Witnessed your love, and let the whole day go

Someone is outside the window, the stars have become symbols, and you have to write me down

Yes, it's the story that makes the devil drool

And my heart was identified as a chrysalis

Anatomical Record of Poetry

I was already wrong, the crime has already begun

Rose-like crimes, in my hands, and the sky

And the sun in the sky, your limbs have been cut off by me

Buried under the flowers, purple-red flowers

Your sixth row, like a heart, I will use a knife

You can also be ruthless, you can rest assured

The process was simple and didn't even hurt, and someone was asking outside my window

Your forehead has been opened by me, and inside is a charming starry sky with passages

Some say you're just a storm, but that

Gradually cooling is your blood, your tears

I gave it to someone else, and the five white clouds that were six years ago

It also hides your heartbeat, your breath and your pulse

The Thief

The wind blew in his face, and the story began

He said I must not be able to do it, and I can't stretch out my hands

Unable to even be ruthless, the sun began to retreat

The sky began to darken

I'm going to give you flowers, everything has already been arranged

What are you waiting for? I want to be near you, and you have nowhere to run

I will leave painful and sweet memories in your ears

And a pair of hands, but steal your heart, you don't know what to do

Nor do I understand what was lost, I would flee your world

With the scene of the crime, the only feeling you have is itching