Three songs outside "Sunset, Coffee, Autumn".

Sunset, Coffee, Autumn

The sunset is slanted, oblique and oblique, oblique into wind and rain

And daytime dreams, yes, you scold me, in the shadows

I just rang my coffee cup, the one with Kitter

And my English is not wrong

You said it wasn't wrong, and I sat by the well

Look at the sky and imagine the rain and the wind

Should you be tired and regret it? Love is crawling along your chest

Then you tell about the storm in the rain

But there is no smoke downstairs in my house,

There is only one toilet seat, which cleverly rotates,

But I didn't dare to face it, and at this time autumn was retrograde outside the window

Is it sunshine? Glass? Or the returned postcard

Let the words you write breathe like an orchid

Diary

On October 24, the wind was very light and my head was a little heavy

Isn't it time to remove, put on a little oil, will be loose

Memories become compact, here the sun and evening are omitted,

At night, text messages are sent out, waiting for a reply......

On October 25th, the heart is full and the poetry is dull,

The wind blowing down autumn and a few pickles is predictable

Eating, drinking, breaking the wings of poetry, as if it was already good

October 26, couch sunken, coughing, drinking white coffee

Read a book that I don't know who wrote it

Words you don't recognize, including "dream" and "inverted"

Shhhh

On 27 October, the wind began to thicken

A few unfinished words, turned to ashes, and turned on the TV

Look at the dark blue until the evening, and feel: there are earthworms crawling

October 29, Breeze

Make it simple, like a toad

Or a wooden box, and the wind passes through the motherland with open hands

The rain beats Jiangnan, and the woman walks on the grass

Like catkins swaying in the wind, such a metaphor is not good

You feel stuffy today, the crowd is like water and stones

The sun is hot on the drain,

I'll just make up and spread your rumor-like life

Oh, you object, my pen pierced into the dirt, and it wasn't a potted plant

Will words be able to bloom?

In the evening, someone got married, and I had to attend,

Tell them that they are really matched, the wedding car stops, and then the girl

And the guard of honor, what is she doing, it's not a novel here,

But there is a sunset and a breeze......

"Normal"

You say you're just an ordinary person, doing ordinary things and speaking Mandarin

The rain swirls and the lights remind me of the past, speckled and speckled

Downstairs there is a cat, a woman and a gust of wind

That's enough, no more

At three o'clock, the sun faded, someone suffocated,

He said he was choking on his affection for you, and you didn't speak

Flocks of birds that don't speak in the sky fly by, feeling furry

You just open a window into what you think of everything

It's none of what I do,

You don't have the courage to think, I open my body

In addition to cowardice, there is a pen left, standing on the balcony

You say you're all used to it, forgotten, abandoned

Stumbling over every moment of love in my memory