I tired of floating behind the moon
I was drowned in a dingy cliff
until I can not rail with words
dozens of languages from the black tip of the earth
and I can not mean it
although a speck of despair
The shrill sound of your voice caked up
cut off the silence to sow the seed
missed out on the rocky ravine
as dark as the night sky
I cry …….
I stared at the quiet peak of the evening
climbing the slopes of time
painting on a worn-out canvas
hope someday
You come with shining eyes
devote all his heart
for me…