The gentle night
From the forking view, a being of times,
Obeying the natural law of the book.
The flounder can't see it with smiling,
Wanted to prove it is liberating.
My precursors of night,
Such a gentle continuum.
Thee gradually accepts
The fear of sleeping.
She casts me,
What the persona liked;
Your faces;
A face in fog.
O you couldn't communicate,
It's fathomed.
O running into the woods,
You dived with night,
Ought the yearning?
Whisper from the sea
Wind from the cave
The intentions at her
It’s blooming again
Go, to the night
For seeing your sky
Scary are excuse
The state’s appealing
Off the shore
Crossing the years
The shore of one’s light
Haunting my eyes
Siren of nowhere
Years’ silhouette
Oyster or tree
The sinking boat
Here to my home
Far, my hometown
Faraway of present
Looking for root