Those days, I used to take long walks and stare at
the vast, red horizon just because
I could 100,000,000 kilometers I haven't touched a wheat field or a fox Only endless stars meet in the same orbit or a sandstorm night I've been playing childish games on other people's computers for fear of tearing and swallowing sounds When hydrogen and oxygen burn After the first spring rain, when the rose blooms on the body of the potato , I will feel life off guard again. I think of the superposition of the geometric figures of the building blocks built in my childhood and the castle that was finally born. I think of the first breeding. The little eyes that open when a duck comes out of its shell I think of my garden on earth with coffee and earthworms arching under my feet I wonder how far away I can hum country music It's even more strange to drive myself The rover was always attracted by the dancing of the dust in the whirlwind outside the window As I became more and more familiar with the smell of Mars, I understood the yellow-eyed snake under the crater, its venom will make the body as light as the soul If children think of wayfinding again The myth of the devotee that it will wake up from its long hibernation when the light of the day fades away the shadow of the earth, the nostalgia of which prompted me to build a flying machine according to Leonardo da Vinci's manuscript and sew the gift of snakes into new clothes
Don't get too close to the sun or your wings will burn
on the way home I told myself over and over
again and then
I finally stood in my garden with coffee and
looked up at the starry sky above my head
I would think of them in people The eyes are not the same
For those who travel, the stars are guides For
others, the stars are just a little light
and I see a
star
that no one has ever
seen
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