When disorder replaces order
When Chaos Replaces Clarity
When strangers replace family
When responsibility replaces warmth
When iteratively replaces linear
When nightmares replace memories
When helplessness replaces courage
When night replaces dawn
Let time and space flicker back and forth
Let history fade away
Let the world make no sense
Let yourself fall to pieces
in that panorama paid space
will you still
To the old atavistic baby
Calling out "Father"
subsequently
even if the flood
subsequently
even in the dark
At 11:4 p.m. on June 18, 2021, the grass is in Zhulinzhai
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