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I Can'T Put It Into Words

I fill meaning every morning
And then keep spraying everyday words.
I took the meaning out of the closet.
But I don't know the taste.
Because it chews quickly.
Anyway I have to satisfy.
And I'm going out to the city again today.
I spit out words infused with meaning.
And come home empty again.
Before I go to bed 
I open the closet and check tomorrow's inventory.
I have to go buy it 
if the closet doesn't stock meaning.

We're old too.
Under the dazzling sun.
When we were rolling around in the field.
We were shouted out like crazy.
There was no meaning.
The voice should have been just a sound.
When I'm showering on my head.
I don't know what to say.
But somehow I'm getting nervous.
I ran down the road at night.
I did not have meaning.
There are times when I go to see you with words. 
Because I can't put it into words.
When you open the door
your surprised face was a masterpiece.
You just laughed, and so did I.

I fill meaning every morning
And then keep spraying everyday words.
I took the meaning out of the closet.
But I don't know the taste.
Because it chews quickly.
Anyway I have to satisfy.
When I swallow the meaning in a hurry.
Finally, got stuck in my throat.
While I'm slipping out of my chair.
I was looking far away.
You and I ran around happily.
We sat in a wordless circle.
And we were watching the unspeakable sunset, back then.

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Your Someday Homework

In a corner of the deep forest 
where the sun shines 
laid down on lone stump
It's your someday homework

You have to do it someday
You knew that  your someday homework

You do that
If you've remembered, it's about time
divide into the deep forest
where the sun shines 
it left intact on lone stump
let's do your someday homework

You have to do it someday
let's do your someday homework

You are sitting on a stump
get on with your someday homework
that's not the point
warm sun and refreshing spring breeze
with the light chirping of birds
the sleepiness that gently assaults you
Eventually you will start rowing the boat

Don't go too far
your someday homework was waiting for you
for you to come there and for you to come back there
your someday homework have been waiting for you

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Os

One day the country I live in was invaded by another country
People from other countries don't seem to take our lives yet
We have been pledged allegiance to another country, which is now our suzerain
And the old OS was uninstalled and the new OS was installed
Then lost and appear,
 new words
  new emotions
   new life
    new money
     new customs
      A new god

There is freshness
Clear freshness like welcoming the New Year

Another day, 
I heard that the suzerain country
of the country I live in was invaded by another country
It seems that we were also indirectly invaded
We have pledged allegiance to another country, 
which will become our new suzerain country, but
The other country was full of dealing with the former suzerain country
We didn't uninstall the old OS, but installed a new one
Then appear,
 new life
  new money 
   And mix
    new emotions and old emotions
     new customs and old customs
      The New God and the Old God

There is no freshness there, but there is confusion
The rush and frustration of running around at the end of the year

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Sliding Type

Even if push or pull, your door doesn't open.
Because your door is sliding type.
I'll try to open your door next time.
So please wait until then.

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Thunder

On a dark day like this
Normally, everyone wants to finish work quickly
And its human nature to want to go home
The woman was looking up at the sky
she was looking for a dragon's nest
Four seasons passing by
her smoky heart was always panting
She got on a light purple aerial work platform
lots of child ghosts
clinging desperately to its limbs
reddish crowd
Run through it to the right and left
A lot of prayers flowed 
from those eyes that caught fire

The trailing clouds began to flicker here and there is
a visionary way of life that can be seen from 
a single-line diagram
a street full of faded crane truck
Beyond that, 
thunder is roaring now
The light purple aerial work platform 
she rides runs right under it
To catch in these hands what should never be caught
In order to make sure to round up
The aerial work platform aimed right under the thunder
You were always crushing 
your heart like grinding it with a millstone
ever since that night

Distant dark night sea sky
There you find a dragon that emits red light
ever since that night

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Reason

I start walking 
and shake off at the same time
shake off
painstakingly
each person
ties in eternal darkness
they prepare and self-cultivate
continuous scrutiny of life and death
candlestick lamp,In a cathedral space
light or extinguish fire,distorted
Sorrow echoes from 
a distant grave,smells of the end
The city hall that stopped balancing the books
it closed a long time ago
This morning's rainbow is caught 
In the city park
In the tree branches
it is complicated,it keep doing that
under the guise of an object
flying from 
person to person
It's boring to just wait for someone

I start walking 
and throw out at the same time
throw out
somebady is calling me
without hesitation,generously,incessantly
Crows have been singing 
for tens of thousands of years,did i notice it?
the sun slips down
the evening moon overlooks it
thick fog around
pass the dead walking with their heads forward  down 
I noticed,Up until now 
we've been walking backwards
I noticed that
we are not moving forward
So I can't see the future

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The Circus of the Wind

When I opened the window, the wind cut through, refreshing. It reminds me of something, laughter is heard, a lonely feeling, distant memories, from the depths of the heart, awaiting a new beginning. The wind cuts through, the wind cuts through, the wind cuts through.

In the night sky, the circus of the wind dances, adorned with stars, soaring through the emptiness. One, two, three, the wind carries a variety of colorful dreams. As I drift off within them, a marvelous performance unfolds before my eyes. Lions breathe fire, elephants ride bikes, acrobats dance in the air. The night sky sparkles brightly, and someone's presence bounces on a trampoline.

When I opened the window, the wind cuts through, laughter is heard, happy memories, the wind cuts through, laughter is heard, from the depths of the heart, the end approaches, the wind cuts through, the end approaches. The wind cuts through, the wind cuts through, the wind cuts through.

The circus of the wind creates rainbows, illuminating the stars. In the large tent on the outskirts of town, the hair of a tightrope-walking girl dances sadly in the wind, birds descend, and the aerial swing sways with nostalgia. Eventually, stardust scatters, and by the time dawn smiles, the vanishing circus of the wind. One, two, three, vanishing colorful dreams. Amidst the howling wind, someone's presence runs through.

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Aspiration

With a gesture of hello
I say goodbye,
Like a thank you,
I'm sorry.

Yours, mine, ours,
Our hearts' rhythms,
Yours, mine, ours,
In the fleeting colors,
Like haze over the mountain peak,
Slowly starting to fade away.

When I wake in the morning,
I remember,
The smile, the voice,
The figures of the ones we love.

I peer into your eyes,
Reflecting a vast, blue sea.

What do you see
Reflected in my eyes?

In the gentle afternoon breeze,
Softly whisper to me,
The secret scenes
In my eyes.

With a gesture of hello, I embrace you,
Saying goodbye, yet still, I hold you close,
Like a thank you, with a shy smile,
I'm sorry, then, until we meet again someday.

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old man from the harbor

After midnight, an uncle
was born a newborn.
In the center of the Buddhist room where incense smoke lingers
He was born sitting on his haunches
He stood up, his legs trembling
“I really wanted to be a steamboat.“
He was a troublesome man.

So the next day, we went out to the harbor in the morning.
Uncle Pulp was armored up with a heavy body.
“Watch out, Uncle!”
I closed my eyes.
Behind my eyelids, the sunlight shone thinly.
Sure enough, he slips on the tetrapod.
He slips on the tetrapod and flips over.
His head was bleeding and he couldn't move a muscle.
I knew he would not live long
But the way it all ended so quickly
I was a little disappointed and sentimental for a while.

The next afternoon
under the bridge, where I could hear the sound of the rain
I was playing with stones
The leaden sky stretched far out to sea
to the sea beyond. 
Then I saw my uncle's soul emerge from his corpse
the soul of my uncle, shimmering
It came to me
“I still can't be a steamboat
But I think I can become a mirage.“
With a look of unconcern on his face
He went out into the rainy sea.
And he never came back.

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Cat Launcher

"What, space travel? Why?"
"Because I want to go to the cat planet!"
"What's on a cat planet?"  
“Weightlessness and cats everywhere! That would be great!"  

Starlight illuminates the universe
Cute astronauts are playing together there.
I'd like to go to such a universe.

"But what kind of planet would you like?"
"A fashionable planet! Shopping with cats!"
Shopping with cats on a fashionable planet! How fun that sounds!

"Won't you miss me if I go that far?"  
"Not if I have the cats!"  
I'm sure you'll have a great time on any planet with cats.

"What do aliens look like?"  
"I hope they have ears like cats!"
I'm sure we'd get along great with aliens who have ears like cats.

A great adventure flying around the universe with cats! 
I'm sure it will be filled with lots of laughter and fun!
But then again, cats do play tricks on the control levers of spacecraft.

Besides, space travel is a luxury hobby.
And even though we've gone beyond man, beyond the treetops, beyond the moon, to the throne of God, we still have to pay our dues.
There are many people on earth who suffer from poverty and hunger.
I wonder if the day will ever come when this imbalance will disappear.
The cats suddenly find themselves pondering.