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Nightingale singing

around me

cool wind gently blows

as if a spell has locked me

i can’t let go

when branches turn into phantoms

flying in the mist

i know you’re looking

on the other side

i’m faraway in the distance

and you can’t see

i pick up the heavy

sinking heart

don’t know where to put it

the thoughts buried in it

turn bleak into gray moonlight

the night full of longings

cold color of moon

applied on the body

and i miss you

somehow over

and over again

you always appear

in the remnants

of my dream.


Under the moon

i say bye bye

to sleep

look up at the stars

lamp on the desk

arching its back

can’t shine light onto

hidden darkness

a lot of silence

clusters outside

the window

encrusted with flowers

reminds me of the fragrant

bygone days of being

by her side.

Little world

At night

i take the daytime fatigue off

return to my little world

enjoy a bit of tranquility

a bit of comfort

the moon outside the window

in the cold wind

guarding that old tree

that won’t sprout

all naked in the icy cold


my warm world with bright lights

i am the ruler here

from the computer on the desk

to the pencils in the case

a bed to serve at any time

a cup of hot tea

soaking yellowing years

my world

no right or wrong

no gains no losses

i relax the nerves all over my body

teleport to some ancient times quickly

outside it starts to solidify

colors fade away with the clicking sound of the clock

the pupils still flashing

this time of sleepiness

everything goes to silence

my world

now in snuggly tenebrosity

still the beauty.


Though every night

you’re reflected in my heart

you’re so lofty

full of mystery

you let me

ebb and flow

leave me all alone

eager to approach you

but we’re seperated by space


they say

you’re a cold star

actually to me

you’re the sun

of another world

you’re a warm

warm happy place

and i can only think of this


and think you’re just

a myth.

In bed

Early morning

i get up and sit in bed

look at a few strands of light

through the blinds

in the corners i find

the parts deleted by the night

love and being loved

are on the right side of my mind

shadow on the wall

on the edge of the quilt

is loneliness bit by bit

leaning on the bedside

the mist, the past tangled together

watching it then slowly disappear

in a world in between certain

and uncertainty

no joy no sorrow

a heartless passerby

crumpled up by time.



Backdrop of the night

like an accordion

an overture playing

the light that guards

the night and island

i carefully selected

is a kind of softness in the heart

another precipitation

another explanation of the mind

guarding the city

of the seasons

becoming friends with

the passing breezes

each ray of thought

beneath the moonlight

she is my

accumulation of remisnicence.






Standing on a street

criss-crossed with neon

flashing like stars

from afar

shining on the ground

her colorful figure

red orange yellow green … purple

changes at will

as the music in the coffee shop

red is both warm and aloof

orange a little bit cheerful

yellow dignified and elegant

green quiet and fresh

cyan youthful and pure

blue melancholy and sad

purple dreamy and mysterious

her figure is even more

charming and enchanting

sometimes a budding flower

sometimes a halo

on the head of an angel

sometimes a long train of

pearls in the dark

a flowering tree

bright and eye-catching

her body underwater

like stars singing

in the splendor of the sky

i walk slowly


can’t bear to leave

probably this is the life

a dream

cannot finish.



the sky is beautiful

cerulean and full of fleece

bright moonlight within

a cloud painting


the night is captivating

the wind calling

a beautiful fairy tale realm

what kind of holy ceremony is this

filmy starry honeyed

ultramarine tiles

the sky seems to be calling for

the arrival of some advanced lifeform

round halo of the moon

a wild horse roving

golden sparks turn into

delicate flowers in the woods

an agile dragon passing though

the muzzy mountains so peaceful

clusters of chrysanthemum blooming

releasing a frgrance so indistinct

in the wilderness

pairs of murmuring birds

climb above the silver branches

playing and playing


the night is waning

the distant lights intoxicating

all the devout and wet

dew leading the way

in this world of emotions

full of passion


yet tender

just like water.




Night and light

Walking through the avenues

of the city

accompanied by a bright night

wide flat road

stretching straight

toward the distant horizon

glitter envelops blue sky

glitter shrouds the night

over the campus

and overwhelms

every smile

countless vehicles


in the middle of the city

carrying a lot of waiting

lots of dream and fantasy

shortening the distance home

with the violence of motor

illumination in the city

scatters on the paths

dispels darkness around

wanderers and wayfarers

it insists on burning

til a brighter tomorrow.





The mountain village

in deep autumn

ignites a bonfire

loneliness of dead leaves

the mountain so thin

cold autumn moon

at the other end

listens to the song

of the flowing time

a nightingale swept across the fields

over the branches of old tree

at the entrance view

between heaven and earth

a searing light

penetrates endless night

warming and illuminating

you and me.

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