(the inscription on the book “My sister-life”)

Notes frequenter
Three-quarters of the fourth,
When no people – the statues
Dawn Gardens is inverted,
When to all and sundry
ways – much dimmer,
The moment the heart, covered
Dew, and attention.

The memory of the recent
Fresh dawn that moment,
When I compared with the dawn
The impotence of our books.

Remember when Zhiwei,
The flattery, what lies, than ice,
I was all rhymes helplessness
He took in his schemlo.

but it is strange, theme is schemlamy
It has been tightened to bruising
apple juice, bruised
yoke mansions.


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