"In the Rain" outside the three songs

In the Rain

I want to close the door so she doesn't come in

My clothes, wrapped around the beast in my body

The night flowed out, squirming, spitting out the flames in his mouth

Someone banged on my window, someone told me everything

I did it, such as burning the Chinese medicine

Tearing the soul apart "Crazy people like those things"

Am I feeling wrong, one direction

Someone thinks about fiction in the toilet, with angel wings

With the face of the devil, I continued to lie on my couch

The heart is like garlic, being peeled back layer by layer, then she

Isn't it still in love with that person, young, angry......

And it all happened quietly, in the rain

"If We Grow Old"

It was morning at first, and my palms grew larger and became sufficient

Hold the world tightly and throw it to the ground

You are my friend, like some kind of flower, you think of spring outside the window

Beauty has grown in your heart, I will tell the child

Let them grow up, with dreams in their eyes, and the wind gathering outside the window

The world is spinning, and my bed is my father's, after evening

The girl's hands are soft, then it is my wife

Everything is happening, and the first to die

It was the old man who watched the door

His eyes lit up newspapers, calendars and Sundays

And everything around me began to disappear, and my mind was empty

When night falls, poetry grows, and that lush, is it snow?

The woman is at my grave, she is my friend

Or just a lover, she doesn't have flowers

She put down her coffee at my grave

"You"

Your milk name, with the taste of osmanthus, is not too strong

You love the rain, the flying bugs

You care about greens and the wig on the table

The shadows were all outside the window, and the night was farther than expected

Why hasn't he come back yet?

Someone spotted the ageless moonlight by the window

Your love is unbearable, and your ideal is that bowl of clear soup

Those incomprehensible snow, aren't they

Still flying in your memories, by the creek, they have faded

Like the moonlight on that pile of grass, a vague word

"Love is love"

You speak to me through your belly

"One Day"

The house ended the shiver of a rainy day

I started studying that absurd novel

The contents tell me that "life is soft and cannot be touched"

The woman came home in a fervent imagination, and I remember her name

I laughed at the light and the thin fog inside

Now I just want the water to freeze

But the fire in my heart burned quietly

At that time people were walking in front of me, and they were there

Pick up something on the road, there is a skeleton of poetry

The pulse of poetry, and all this we refuse to talk about, turn a blind eye