Silhouetted a quiet and lonely wooden rocky chair
In the evening without moonlight, only the reflection on the wet marble after rain
And the flashing lights from the little window in the distance
It’s the ordinary of my lonely life right now
The warmth of sitting in the glaring dark
Wide open my eyes
Seeing
Hope standing on my palm
Carried by a motorcycle
Fly in the heart of my hand
Your face is leaning against his back to avoid sand ashes
My Possum always turns up at this time
Lowered my hand, it jumped on the hope of my palm
We ran to your paradise together
Hope in time always makes my stomache roll.
Entangled with the reincarnation of my nine to five life
My small possum stops to stare at a white flower in your paradise
A daisy in a wild field
Her round stamens is a spotless golden sun
Blossoming in that strange world, awkward and jerky
The music in the headphones makes me feel so beautiful
In the oncoming dusk ray, my eyelashes flicker
Narrowing my view
Like breathing into the spotless golden sun
It fills my body, flares up my mind
In the gloom of consciousness that spins forever long
Torment my being
I am walking and walking with my possum
Walking back in time
To the last drop of my water
To be back with the white flower in the strange wilderness
When I finally fall down
I will smile to the corners of my mouth
Oh, my little dove
Her love, his love
Love has gone to the strange world, jerky and awkward
Waiting there
My little dove
—English editing: D.W
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