about to fall off their scaffolding
and, as always
thought, that this can make
a building or buildings tall
, and the sandstorms of spring have
polished their teeth in rusty enamel bowls,
Waking up in a hurry for the future is beautiful.
Sometimes, miraculously, it slips into the lady's pantyhose.
The change she pulls out has your teeth marks on it,
but when it's about to fall, you suddenly think about
which page of the child's textbook was opened.
It is written that they are the sun of tomorrow morning
But you can't see tomorrow now
Beijing runs farther when you are down
You are the brick under the tall building that
rips apart the forty-four years of your life with the wind
In the end you hold your head to keep the memory
from touching On the hard concrete floor the
bricks are stronger by you, you left nothing
if I forget the summer in Beijing then I will forget you
If I forget you will inevitably forget all my brothers
Then I will forget my mother and children
and myself, another country herb
will make me forget Beijing at this moment, and your silence after losing your voice
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