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What to do, let go of the whole day, from the fingertips

You're not feeling well, you're leaving, and your dreams are secretly shattered by you

The sun is warm, and the ground is like uncooked dough

At night in front of your window, the thorn has been pulled out

You can make a fire, but the fire can't be too strong

Before the night boils, the time can be three minutes

It can also be thirty years, remove the white clouds and the spiky crescent

The moonshine is salty, and the girl is outside your door

The spice is done, and you say you love her

The heart can be given to her, and her tears may be sweet

But not too much

Like a Person

He said he was like a bee and what was wrong with that

You are not clean, your head is black, and your heart is dark

Like a swamp in which someone struggles, right now

I will be polite and salute that graceful tree

It is like a human being, it pulls out the stone in its heart, and it still shines

And you don't, sir, I might be a beast

You will command me, like a human being, to take off my hat

Smile at people, they are very timid and have barren hearts

Except for the pockets, which are not filled with my favorite food

Starry sky or coral

The sun is still there, the sky is deep blue, what's your name

I'll introduce myself, and those shirts, soul

and the past tense in the diary

I would be interpreted as a person because I didn't

"Jingtao's Poems"

Your clothes must be commonplace, black

But where exactly is it to find you, people lift me

Like lifting a stake, the days become soft

It is even possible to look directly into a dream without being frightened

The wind is against my skin, this is my world

I sat down, the mountain slowly lay down, girls, she was not called smoke

The smoke in the past, the smoke I can't see through, is like a fog

My fingers, jingling, thunderstorm is coming

My outstretched tongue is like a continent, and the sky grows in it

You can also find generals and cooks

The beast is bred in captivity, revealing beautiful claws and skin

Enjoys journaling and pop music

"You Say You Don't Believe in the Existence of Souls"

I'm probably good at that, you have to trust the slow

You make me relax, including fists, body, and flesh

Friend, on that high cloud, you say you don't know

It's as if life is down, pressing down on your back,

I'll help you and go through your past, your friends

They didn't believe me, and their eyes were like the frost of June

You're in good health, you have horses running on your chest

If you are sad, cry out loud

Your soul is not breathing, it is behind your small intestine

You don't believe in its existence and don't agree with the world

You say we are alarmist, but the reality is a sea of gold

The wind did not stay in the branches, what can be done, it is better

Give mine to you and remember to take care of it

Feed it green trees, starry sky as well as spinach every day