Put away my sleepy legs and wash my tears in the water
It's getting late in the dark
Unconsciously stand up and sprinkle water all over the floor
Playful words are ringing in my ears
He lifted his hairpin and carried the bookshelf on his back
Light up the living room and ask yourself
Who will come to my home in this dark storm
Body with a trace of wet light congealed in the light
I dare not guess who he will be
With a little hope in my heart, who is at that end
Will visit me...
In the middle of the night, in this space, the heart is blank
It's a night of speculation
But I dare not wait and see
2008.11.23
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